Your voice speaks both to my ears and to my heart.
The stories you share, the miracle of your laughter, the soft whispers of your secrets.
I hear you.
You skin calls to me.
Each and every curve and line and color and texture; perfectly placed in magnificent and exquisite design to make the ineffable vessel that contains your precious soul.
I Feel you.
You are sweetness.
The energy that flows from your pores and the remanence I can taste on my lips… from your skin; from your lips.
I can taste you.
You are my reflection.
When I look into the depth of your rainbow colored eyes, I am called to a place of knowing; of familiar. The conversation of the heart is spoken through the gaze that is shared; sacred words that can and never will be spoken as they can only be felt in the synchronicity of the breath and of the heart. There is no need; no necessity to explain something so true and real and pure. How does one explain infinity? Looking into my mirror.
I see you.