Until You Find Your Way Back To Me

I love to say your name…

Austen Blake

I look up at the sky, whisper your name, the winds carry your name and my longing for you across the starry skies, the universe sees and acknowledges how I ache to be with you.

She responds by putting my ache inside of you, and it will never subside until you find your way back to me, and I am in your arms, in your bed,
and you make mad passionate love to me.