Romantic explosion

Have you heard your lover say your name and then feel your heart shaken like it's terribly fighting gravity to keep you alive? Better if he'd whisper it in your ears, with your skins touching each other gracefully. Although keeping nicknames for each other is still quite cool and cute, I've always thought that remembering a name means the person is important. You only begin your sentences by saying someone's name if you're serious in communicating with them.

I like it when he says my name to get my attention, better when interlaced with rhythmic heavy breaths resonating in the empty spaces between our bodies. The nerve-wrecking moment in between realizing that we've come too close to each other warms my toes. I call it the 'almost' feeling. Every time that happens tears well up at the back of my eyes, like a child denied of something greatly desired.

Such strong character inside that manly chest. He writes just like I do, carefully choosing words, not just any word but words that have no meaning and yet understood very well. He said I'm the only one who put profound trust in his literature. It is like we're in the same frequency, relaying cryptic messages to a new life for richer or for poorer. In times lacking in diplomacy comes the silent affray, but "you are my refuge", I hear him say.

I long to find the treasure that is within his heart, who bleeds for me and mends many. We're two illuminating bodies who collided in motion, over time, grew bigger into a romantic explosion. We're going to destroy loneliness and have little happinesses jumping on our beds on Sunday mornings, who will become queens and live like kings.