math class daydream

The first time we kissed,
the most breath-taking impression of softness,
lips, cheeks, back, thighs,
even with muscle your body curves, lush,
not rough or sharp.
Unlike most stories,
beginning, middle and end,
we flow,
not knowing where you end and I begin.
Your natural essence,
that inexplicable aroma,
keeps me going,
craving more.
The feel of your ribcage under my fingertips,
suhweet,
a flash of emotional connection,
followed by a blur of pure passion.
We're here, and no abyss to reach across,
save for,
the moment i look into your eyes,
like diving into the depths of a calm, cool, reflective lake.
and i wake up...everyone starring, waiting for an answer,
...uhhhh, 8?!