With smoke drifting from my mouth I would tell him how thirsty I am.
I swallowed fire-breathing dragonflies when his lips opened mine.
Smiling under the weight of his frame I would tell him how he makes me breathless.
He has roped my body to the ground on every side with tiny disarming looks.
With music lifting from my laugh I would tell him how happy I am.
One touch of pixie dust and I could fly forever.
Tracing the veins on his arm with one finger I would tell him how he magic-tricked my heart.
Everyone else has disappeared.