Roses and Thorns

This waterfall

The amount of love that pours could build a river.

A wild river crashing against two souls unified and synchronized.

I reach, 

You intensify the magical passion of a waterfall meeting the edge beneath its center.

A repetitive motion of downward fantasies hold the desire of you,

as love controls my every step.

Breath of air,

thickness of velvety lust,

tugs at my vine of distant memories.