Ink Stained Soul…

He opens the door. Those eyes – I can’t hide from them. Kisses on my shoulder make the world fade away. His strong, gentle hands pull me in, holding me in place with the sheer gravity of our bond. I am alive again; every sense in my body is awakened. Passion, lit like a flame only he knows how to make burn, consumes us. Coming undone together, our need for each other is something we can’t let go of. His presence blankets me, shielding me from outside forces. When reality must exist again, he lingers in my very skin and bones – soul deep.