Comets In My Chest

I seek nothing but the soft curvature of your lips against mine,
To hear your tongue speak my name in these four walls.
I will exhale my confessions as I kiss the curve of your neck.
Loving hands will heed a lover's call.

I yearn for your liquid brown eyes to gaze upon me,
To stare into the stars of my lover's heart.
The comets in my chest leave trails to you,
Igniting the galaxies you have yet to start. 

I seek nothing but your fingertips tracing my smile,
To feel your hands touching me, knowing me.
I will be blinded by the god in my arms,
Always ready to feel, to hear, to see.