Etched upon thy soul...

Lovers, unknowingly etch themselves into the perimeters of our heart, whilst infiltrating our waking and sleeping thought patterns, just to seep further into your being, until you’re both entwined.  

When absence seems apparent, and the urgency emerges with a need to devour, we entertain ourselves in rememberance of the last time we were chiming into one another's sphere.    
     
Love notes become the sweetest intonations of one’s heart and soul as they're hummed upon, from dawn to dusk by nature, in the hope that dusk might emerge as a window of opportunity to linger in the depths with a loved one, in the stillness of peace.    
     
The quivering timbre of dew drops upon ones lips is enough to facilitate the subtle invasion of ones fingers as they frame to resonate acoustically, whilst the soft hardness invades the gravity of a shared desire and you inscribe yourself all over me, like henna blossoms.      
     
We encapsulate the motions of frenetic activity as need until we're cascading all over one another whilst harvesting a love that refuses to lie dormant as it re-emerges.      
     
At one within the warmth of ones arms wrapped around each other’s torso as limbs are oft tangled between the hearts seer, and the divinity that lies within the height of wooden monastic ceilings as you devour the bare chambers that are sprawled before you for you, in the blessing and scent of a fragrance that only you can sense.      
     
If I close my eyes, I can still taste the remnants of his love mingling upon my lips, and all over my fingertips as I traced my name upon the width and length of his hidden desire.      
     
The only love worth deploying, is one that leaves a mark upon you, moments that are easily carved in the depths of your mind as more than just a passing after thought as his fingers hushed my ripened lips whilst he concealed the swell of his anticipations, long after he’s invaded those delicately tight spaces.      
     
Filling me with anticipation as we merge upon each other ceremoniously, with the quench of his thirst as I feast upon his untamed ferocious hunger until I'm aching for him to invade my delicate bare senses, whilst feeling the crest of his rising sun as we navigate one another, until our hearts reach contentment.      
     
Love roars and blossoms, from season to season as it strips the fabric of our elegance until we're sharing the very breath that draws and sustains as we each strive to absorb the penetrating canticles that we hum upon one another.      
     
It whispers gently to our soul as the tonality resonates with the beating of our heart, and when that moment of reflection comes, just know that somewhere in the world there's a girl that loves him and his blue eyes ever so fiercely but quietly in the shadows of all that was but never could be.