Not Another Love Poem (Yes It Is)

wandering fingers, never lost but exploring with purpose
the exchange of breaths we share is impossible now
because you are taking my breath away, i have nothing to bring.
goosebumps rise to the surface of my skin
because your touch sends a shock throughout my whole being;
an electrical current that flows the phrase "i need you" into my veins.
you lean in and i lean off the cliff a little more, only to fall for you
with the deep, passionate kisses i feel the depth of your love
and i feel your hands traveling the imaginary highways on my skin
here we go, pulling closer until we become one.
our mouths are now synced, rhythmic motions become geometric
as we transfer from the art of music to the art of geometry
our hearts beat to the bass of the blaring song
but with each time i kiss you as you smile,
our relationship takes on another form, another shape.
my hands are running through your hair now
almost like they are being chased, but really they are doing the chasing
trying to obtain my own respiration habit once again
but you took my ability to inhale and hid it right between your teeth
so i kiss you again to try and steal your ability to breathe
while trying to regain my own
i want to achieve composure, playing hard to get
but i melt when i feel your lips touch my neck
and i became yours the first time
you dared to kiss my collarbones, delicate enough already
talk about driven desires, i don't even need a license
because i can tell from your eyes that i'm driving you crazy,
i'm so close but oh-so-far away
and you thought you had me pulled in
but i want to hear you moan my name in the late hours of the night,
begging for your life back because i managed to invade it.
every thought and action is now covered in my name
and i am covered by your scent and your arms and you
next thing i know we are back again, we are united
and now i feel the driving force behind your wandering hands,
the power steering propelling your body to grow flowers in places
that my mind never fathomed possible to become gardens.
cover me in rose bushes, beautiful but bitter
fight the pain of the thorns for the benefit of the flower,
painfully beautiful are your wandering fingers