Helium

I’m floating as I breathe you in, your golden air is premium
I rise in my delirium, so high off your sweet helium

No ecstasy or opium, my veins do not have dope in them
To find what has me so high strung: my lungs, you’d have to open them
You kiss my lips, you stroke my neck and I can only hope what’s next
You must have had some potion sent to make your kiss a potent blend

You have me dipped in heavy cream, too gladly stripped from every seam
You touch me in this meddled dream; my blood ripples like pebbled streams
My heart thumps with unsteady beats, hot underneath these heavy sheets
I try to count so many sheep and still you just won’t let me sleep

These shooting stars keep whizzing by, my voice turns into whispered sighs
Sweet dreams float by as missiles fly through broken glass from crystal skies
While diamond knives from blizzards try to wake me from my dizzy high,
I ride jet streams that dip and rise and have wet dreams with glistening eyes

I never knew your aura is so infinite, so bottomless
Not even Kirk or Spock would miss a chance to fly this rocket ship
You find just one free spot to kiss and send my soul to cosmic bliss
I don’t want you to stop, but shit…your touch is my apocalypse

I cruise when you are having me and lose all sense of gravity
If only we moved faster, we could live in immortality
As we explore new galaxies, we set our anti-matter free
It feels so right, it has to be…but just how real can Saturn be?

I’m putting up a dreary fight; even dull stars can seem so bright
You’re great, but see I fear this might just be another steamy night
Since chasing you must feel just like I’m racing ‘gainst the speed of light
And catching up would be so nice but that would be too easy, right?

I’m hoping that you’ll be the one, and one day I might be your sun…
I rise in my delirium, still high off your sweet helium

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