When words fail me,
the touch of my lips against yours
soft, delicious and warm,
is all I yearn for
in these fleeting moments,
it’s the only language I wish to speak.
I want to touch your face,
feel your skin,
as the noise of the world
fades behind and beneath us.
I want your eyes and mind
to speak to me
as they always have.
Even in this silence
let our hearts
with stolen glances and sighs
with the smiles and laughs we share
in the way we breathe.
I want to be able to say to you,
“I want to be with you
in a space where time cannot touch us
in a space where it’s just you, me and our love
and our God.”
while outsiders gather around us.
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