Your breath fanning my face.
Your hands in my hairs.
The depth of your dark eyes staring at me.
The power that flows from you to me.
The intensity with you love.
This spark simmering between us.
Blood flowing with undercurrent.
The pulse beating behind your ear.
My hands drifting down your back.
Our breathing that's increasing every passing sec.
The buildup of this chemistry..
Hovering over the edge.
Diving down from this cliff.
One touch..... is all what it took,
For me to come undone.

At a certain
point in our lives
There's no more
"free time"
The closest thing
would be
periods
of
inactivity
procrastination
Or only long term deadlines
remaining
We may
have "breaks"
But even if it takes a
stop
...
We're still on the train
of life
Chugging away