Tracing your hips
My fingertips
are enchanted by you.

Trying to inhale you
your skin
your hair
your breathe

Grey eyes
Hiding your universe
your heart your pain your passion your love
let me see
I am not afraid to meet you there.
pull me in
Your face tells me stories and my soul needs to listen
I am unafraid

Collide with me kindly
fingertips
palms
gaze
taste
salt.

"Is this beautiful?"