Intertwined

I'm never letting go of you

it's too late

there's special love I've never felt

and I'm feeling it

secure in your arms

happy with your hand in mine and our faces pressed together

when I don't know whose gentle bite mark 

(invisible

but I feel it as strongly as if you'd burned it onto me with a hot poker)

that is and wake up the next morning

wondering why my mouth feels foreign

in such a good way

and remembering that

we're intertwined

I wouldn't have it any other way

cuddling in the blankets and the fuzzies

holding each other

we could kiss and stuff

we have

the most important thing isn't attraction though

it's

feeling loved

when I run my fingers through your hair

when you cup my cheek in your hand

when you kiss me on the cheek so spontaneously 

I brush my lips over your skin

feeling

secure

safe

comfortable

intertwined