Sink into me, let me surround you with my love. Love can be such a fickle word to some. Yet for you, the word love isn’t nearly enough to describe the depth of emotion that crashes through me at the mere thought of you.
Your name is written in my bones. Etched across my heart in permanent scar tissue from the wounds others left and you finally closed. Your voice the slow hum of pleasure that fills my ears and dances down my spine to sit at its base.
There were others before you this is true, but they were the lessons I had to learn and you are the joy that fills my soul. Love with them was fickle, it was never constant and it was rarely love at all, always with a condition in place.
You say you want to be my beginning and my end. But you consume me so well that there was no true beginning to remember, only you filling me to overflowing beauty. There is no end with you near, only a never ending connection of body, hearts, and souls.
Until the last star burns out in the night sky above us and the moon gives way to the morning light. I’ll gaze upon your person with amazement. From the inside out you radiate a beauty so deep it changes those around you.
Sink into me and I’ll surround you with so much more than love from our beginning to the end of time. For that is how long you will remain a part of me. Let me connect the jagged pieces of your heart and soul to my own. Let them knit together and grow completely whole again.