It starts

Your deep gaze of desire for pleasure, sinks slowly from the lump in my throat down south to my inner thighs. Just one look and I am ready.

I squirm like an unsettled child as you slowly move closer hands crawling under my skin and around my neck. I wait.

My lips quivering in anticipation for their match to understand what it means to be complete. Your deep blue windows to your soul stare back at me as your flesh so softly finds mine. They remind me how to feel, how to discover that beauty in this life is real.

Your hands glide cautiously down my body tracing every edge as though you were the one that sculpted them. You were the one that designed me to live now and think never. 

Because wherever your hands move my moans follow,ridding me of my past sorrow.

Your weight anchoring me from my doubts holding me in place and refining my thoughts of myself. You pull me closer to the heat of our moment when we become one. Searching each others souls, thrusting to the beat of our racing hearts