when it's perfect.

they say that it's something that can't be described
and what matters more isn't it itself but the feeling behind it.
it sends a shiver down your spine that steals your breath and grips your toes.
they say that it's something you just can't describe,
how the earth stops spinning for a moment in time.
everything and everyone else disappears for a while.
and suddenly, you lose all your sense of reality.
when it's perfect.

so i think it will be just as they describe
when the right time and anticipation collide,
and i'm intimate distance from that beautiful smile.
i'll rest my hand behind her head
so i feel that shiver sent from her neck, through my lips, into my spine.
as the earth stops spinning i'll realize.
it's perfect.
-"when it's perfect", christian brown.