That dewy night, the rain drops awakened
our reality with their sweet tune. We were
curled deeply into each other. Every motion
an expression of love already pledged.

Our giggles painted adorable pictures
attached to  future nostalgia; emphasizing
the steady truth: the search was finally over.
And even as we basked in weighted times  

We illicit joy from one another.
In hot blooded moments when your eyes
rake my body and that warmth feels just
like your lips against my skin;

Those times when i can feel your heart beat
through my consciousness. because your
rough hands have tuned me to your sound
and now its all i want to hear

when i first met you
i knew we would be written in ink.
that youd leave me breathless
and id lead you to water.

I knew i could never make you drink
i knew we would end each other
and our endings, they would play
over and over in my head

I knew youd pull me open
but i still jumped in.
and tearing bits of you out of me
is much harder than youd ever think.

Love is a word too often used.
Squandered on meaningless moments
or never truly offered,
so, we play it safe.

"I like you...a lot"
"I miss you...all the time."

Phrases allowing us to close the distance
between our hearts, slowly,
with well timed words instead of touch.

But when we are near each other,
when our bodies reunite,
I feel as if its a bit more than "like,"

a firm, rough hand on warm, tender lips
igniting an inferno of need always smoldering
right underneath our skin.

And even when you go,
pieces of your soul linger in the air;
sweet smelling drops of memory reminding me that
I haven't felt anything like this before
and leave me aching for so much more.

"I feel myself falling..."
She whispered to him while he laid there,
Seemingly sleeping.

Her hands wandering aimlessly across him like a coy traveler on ****** islands.

"I know" he thought
While the night costumed her, sweetly.
He always reached for her
Warmly playing

Landing  soft kisses on her shoulder as if shed never been tasted  there before

The world, as they knew it, ended there
in each other's arms.
A black hole of hope, despair or both
Only they could tell,

Enveloping them whole.  and for a split second all the light had gone

But see, the universe expands
As impassioned collisions of young stars
Tend to brighten their glow.
Always as above, so below.

I think about you all the time
But especially times like these;
the twilight hours.
The moments when you would be
Cozied up behind me,
Taking deep breaths,
Tightening your grip,
Bringing me closer to your heat,
Telling me, with your body,
That I am yours.
That you are mine.
That we belong..
That we are doing the work
Of the divine;
Caring solely for eachother,
Healing one another.
And as I drift further into you,
I am possessed
By words and images..
Thoughts I'm scared to imagine
But cannot ignore.
Because you are my muse
And these are the confessions
 of the Inspired.

falling has never been so effortless.
i felt the wind in my hair, the lump in my throat,
and his quickening pulse.
the silence was welcomed and inevitable just like his eyes,
a calm dewy green meadow during the sunrise,
what was there left to say?
i  am damaged, he is broken;
wholeness didnt seem like an option
before he held me underneath that diamond sky.
and now its all i think about,
a whirlwind of cosmic anomalies starting with shooting stars
and ending with an ache so deep i swear i felt the earth sigh.
standing there, between sordid history and a bright red beginning
"i think," she says pacing every heartbeat
"this feels right."

She reached for her savior  - a small and subtle release that would end all the ferrous pitter-patter in her brain.  as she placed, what she considered sweet fae in a world of demon,  in to her ears, she breathed deep and heavy - broken and ready.  

this love never let her down. the glorious sounds of others pain, love, heartbreak and triumph streamed into her blood system before heading right to her heart while she forgot all that was ever wrong with her beautiful existence .