So let there be mornings of tight grips and racing hearts steaming up the windows. 
Of fueling our fire despite its danger.  Of racing hearts andbare chests.
Of snoozing our alarms not caring we are both late. Of exploring each other as no one has ever done before. And of saying goodbye, and that goodbye is okay. 
Let the lust rain over you whenever it can. Breathe it in and make yourself breathe it out.