rising up
his every touch overwhelmed me utterly; the passion and gentleness made my body to tremble in his waves with foamy senses, my limbs to feel effervescently frissons in semitones of blues equal with lapis-lazuli out of the edge of the love's galaxy, melted in our emotion's sound, deeply like an ocean, able to resurrect any metaphor to the rank of bohemian experience for rising up ecstasy
