escalation

breathing in the open air, we unravel and begin to share our vices and virtues.

all of our senses come alive and i am completely, comfortably content.

a cautionary touch.

an inviting taste.

an aural symphony.

flawless, optical perfection.

soft, secure, surrealistic scent.

as i run my fingertips across the soft-skinned surface of your warm face, i think about how this moment will be lost to the ether forever unless i commit it to memory.

we're not fading.