i want to love you
Do you have any idea how much I want you?
Wanting to love you, it's like an extreme sport.
Once, it's like skydiving, then like a marathon.
Like scuba diving, then like I climb mountains.
It's like I'd run and sweat through the feelings
with speed on the highway of moments, having
more than a hundred pulsations per second,
just to cross the finish line together with you,
at the same time, in the adrenaline of senses,
with all moans of our bodies and kisses, while
other peck kisses are for a tiny pause of respiro.
Yet for all these, I have to lie, terrified because
you'll forget to open the parachute or to swim,
assuming it's illusory, love's fine line tween us.
