I’m beaming and I’m beautiful; an iridescent entity with strong hands on my waist and mellifluous whispers in my ear. There’s something mesmerising about the fashion in which your frame hovers atop mine, fluid and flowing like the steam of warm milk. I want to breathe you. Once, twice, maybe even three times. Fuck it, I’m going to be honest here. I lust for the opportunity to inhale every atom of your aura until I can feel light dancing across the skin of my lungs. Drag your lips across my neck and I’ll drink droplets of your illumination until both of our souls ignite; two beacons burning as one.