You are a hot cup of tea on a December morning, an ice cold shower in the middle of July. You are rain tapping out secret messages on my window, whispering untold stories of our future. You are everywhere and nowhere. With you, passion has a taste, love has a taste too. My bones don't make sense but I feel them shiver in all my moments of endlessly missing you.
Your eyes set fire to my soul, your hands set fire to my skin, your words set fire to my mind. Every part of me is blushing and burning from you.
I've been waiting in lonely places for you with wasted days in these bedroom walls.
My love could be as fierce as ocean winds that rip through the clouds like tigers teeth and bear claws, like wolves making midnight wishes on amber moons. I'll be your tornado baby, twisting through the air shaking your soul like every last tree in the forest. Even if you are a quiet forest surviving off the moon alone, your light is extraordinary.