Voices

"The concept of heaven is based on what I feel when I'm inside you"

These old familiar walls
These passages and rooms
I walk and pace them
But you're not there

"Your skin is like silken magnets, I'm so drawn to it"

Running in the forest, soft footfalls
No sound beside me
Not anymore
Emptier and more silent than ever before

"Your softness soothes me, your wetness tells me I'm home"

Water running across my skin
No hands to trail the flow
Nothing to hold on to
No scent to breathe in

"You fit in my arms, you belong tucked beside me, pinned beneath me, you're mine as I am yours."