I still feel your heated and hushed words against my dew-licked skin.
Flame-scorched whisperings that blow cold the burning beads of sweat curling down the dreamscape of my body,
Sending chills up and down my spine,
And right into the living marrow of my ghostwhite bones.
There is no place for a mind in times like this,
No place for thought,
No place for doubt,
Or for time;
We exist on a timeless, senseless plane,
And I am content to abandon the density of this earth for the Light
Of a higher realm.
I lost my head the moment you opened your mouth upon me,
And fed your utterings and divine growlings into my soul.