Fireflies

My hands, the missing puzzle pieces to your hips.
Diving in fully kissing the honey from your lips.
The harmonious sound from your laugh, as I caress your back, has Mozart quaking in his grave.
The universe may come crashing in due to our bodies creating such an electromagnetic wave.
Fingers intertwined, like roots from a forest tree.
I keep getting lost in your autumn leaf eyes, what a fantasy.
Hot breath on my neck as you’re getting closer.
My nose picks up the scent of sweet white clover.
In our private symphony, the crescendo is enquiangled.
Our souls are merely becoming entangled.
For a moment, I stare into your woodland colored eyes.
And wonder how to catch all ten million fireflies?