Secret Languages Decoded

She looks into my eyes and knows me,
no secret language there.

She touches my hand, and soothes my skin,
nothing unheard of here.

She closes her eyes as we softly embrace,
her lips lifted into my heart, as always.

She wraps up my body in the length of her legs,
and holds me down on knowable ground.

She takes my breath into her own lungs
as we kiss and exchange our loving again.

She awakens my needs with the wisp of her hair
and finger tipped traces my spine once more.

She laps at the ladle of everything me
letting me sense all she has been.

She catapults up and stretches her being
a glove to my oft welcoming stations.

In every way, over and over, tangential and stirring,
she breaks all my codes and speaks my language.

runningturtle87