Lucky

The soul hungers for what the hands long to touch as the letters of ones name lie dormant upon my lips, just waiting to tumble off of them. The contrast of intensity begins with a sigh, and the trailing of goosebumps when subtle moments are translated into trembles that speak beyond the realm of touch, and the ache secretes from the heart as it reminisces in your bliss.
 
I draw upon your ragged and shallow breath, breathing you into my heart and soul as you plunge into the oceanic depths of me until we're both cascading and soaring upon the light we channel upon one another as you recognise me by the way I quiver beneath the weight of all you never said.
 
Devour me on the fringes of your fingertips as the scent of our love wafts in the air like an orchard of fruit, sweet and ripe for the palate to savor in times when distance is too much to contemplate and your kiss is too far to taste as I reach for you in from dusk to dawn as I kiss you in blossoming of our inner Spring while you soak up the sunshine in the contrasting moments of Autumn.
 
You will always be the glimpse of nature, and the changing seasons that live on within my heart.