Ink Stained Soul…

It was rare.
I remember every moment.
It wasn’t the desperate dive into need.
This was intentional.
Meticulous.
Always with purpose what you speak to me.
Few words ever needed.
Our eyes betraying us, or were we both choosing to let it be seen and felt.
My body yours once again.
Full of life, fire, ache, desire, you, and love.
Every movement seeping in us.
Pouring out the entirety of my being into you.
Hoarse from calling out.
Only taking our eyes off one another long enough to close them in release and surrender.
Clinging to one other.
We move in sync as we have done from the start.
Effortlessly.
Holding on to everything that we are.
Lost or found, I don’t think it mattered.
Each touch screaming how deeply we are connected.
Intertwined in every way.
Nothing else exist.
It was sacred.

Song inspiration:

‘I’m yours’ Isabel LaRosa