Two Star-Crossed Lovers

Brushing her fingers across my imperfections
Claiming them to be beautiful
Suffocating me with breathlessness
Her dark eyes staring into blue

That electricity down my spine
From the breath across my neck
Her lips engraved upon mine
Hands tattooed upon my skin

Amorality is flooding the room
It's as deafening as her heart
It's seeping into my veins
Consuming me

The incense of her skin filling my lungs
Fogging my mind, igniting my body
I cling to her, my only reality
This is love.