This final thought

This thought of, makes me smile, the simple things we do has me drowning in your world. In a Bliss, acknowledged to call it lust or a burst in my heart, a float in a vessel amongst your red blood cells, swimming, locked and chained your stare, At glare one spirals my nervous system up a flare.
Like a sworn of butterflies, the wonder if noticed me, in the same light as the sun rays beaming off the strains of your hair. Smooth to the touch allied to your lips, for your kiss similar to two in a race what seemed chosen but not out of place.
With regards to this thought, makes my heart rate face a severe case of a chase, just to obtain what is required.
This thought of, encountered be the Destiny of devotion, Overtaken like kryptonite. In all forms of emotion breathing a natural high, I become grounded at your aorta. In time I've swam my way to your heart.