Apr 9
He Is My Peace
Colors on our bare skin.
Broad, gentle backs
with touches of humanity.
Our breathing
becomes one.
He looks at me with desire,
and I delight him with my longing.
My fingers touch his chest,
while his kisses
fill mine.
He lives, and we live.
He laughs, and we laugh.
Happinessβ
it flows
from two souls
that long for each other.
Colors on our bare skin.
Broad, gentle backs
with touches of humanity.
Our breathing
becomes one.
He looks at me with desire,
and I delight him with my longing.
My fingers touch his chest,
while his kisses
fill mine.
He lives, and we live.
He laughs, and we laugh.
Happinessβ
it flows
from two souls
that long for each other.
Loves until you feel fingers touching your chest
