Swaddled babies never felt such care as this, being wrapped in the blanket of your love. Nuturing kindness, whisper soft kisses on angel soft skin. Dancing souls, matching steps and even breaths in this moment they share. Anticipating needs with a watchful eye and a caring heart. One made of something more precious than gold. More beautiful than the rarest of stones. Yet forged in a similar manner. Wrapped in the pressure and heat of our mutual adoration. An ever growing presence in itself. Transforming all that we know and understand about ourselves and each other. Sharing thoughts like a glass of fine wine...leaving floral tones on the tips of our tongues. Curious as to how each others individual tastes might influence that tone, we share a kiss and find ourselves amongst the stars.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
Swaddled babies never felt such care as this, being wrapped in the blanket of your love. Nuturing kindness, whisper soft kisses on angel soft skin. Dancing souls, matching steps and even breaths in this moment they share. Anticipating needs with a watchful eye and a caring heart. One made of something more precious than gold. More beautiful than the rarest of stones. Yet forged in a similar manner. Wrapped in the pressure and heat of our mutual adoration. An ever growing presence in itself. Transforming all that we know and understand about ourselves and each other. Sharing thoughts like a glass of fine wine...leaving floral tones on the tips of our tongues. Curious as to how each others individual tastes might influence that tone, we share a kiss and find ourselves amongst the stars.
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