Those hazel eyes.

Filled with love and hunger.

Whose hunger will not be fully satisfied.

Not yet.

Those strong hands.

So gentle is there touch.

The smoothness of them against my own.

So nimble.

That hair.

So soft.

So inviting for your hands.

To run through it forever.


So built.

So caring.

So ready for our embrace.

A safe place from all those who pose a threat.

Our love.

So forgiving.

Those jealous of what they desire for themselves.

Those mesmerized by its defiance.

Those accepting the reality as they too share the feeling of immunity.

Our love.