Feeling You Feeling Me

I feel it when you've got your mind on me, your thoughts are magnified to infinity. I feel the intensity of your energy traversing the distance between us along our own wavelengths. How can we be apart when our souls are constantly interconnected, tethered together? I feel you feeling me. You inhale my exhaled breaths and your eyes close as mine blink open. Our words mesh and mingle like the most seasoned couple in a dance contest, splicing our thoughts together like some mad scientist. We are the topic of every conversation in the center of an ocean of people, yet it's just you and I on the sea floor. Our magnetic stares disintegrate every grain of sand in the hourglass and we lose all track of the time passing by like lighting strikes. Our love is more durable than the wrought iron that holds up the Eiffel Tower. Your smile is brighter than the hail of a meteor shower. I feel you feeling me without having ever caressed my skin. Your fingertips dance along the window sill, teasing my desire. Never have I ever wanted for anyone more than I do you. Yet, you find ways to fill me like a torrential rain on desert terrain. It's unimaginable to think what we have to look forward to. One day we will share billions of kisses, more than all of the glistening stars that litter the night sky. No matter how hard you try to stifle the fire, I will feel you feeling me, fanning the flames beneath the smoke signals from your brain. You reach for me but don't feel a thing and in the same motion touch my mind, my heart, my every part. I can no longer guard my heart. You've stormed my inner city and knocked down all of my walls. My defenses were no match for your arsenal of pure intentions. I love the way you love me and I will forevermore feel you, feeling me. 

I love you Mi Burris. 
Always, 
Your Hallupeno