His voice
Rumbles and vibrates; caressing my senses
His smile
Eases me into thoughts of desire
His eyes
Look neither left or right, yet see everything
His soul
Moves in, around and through me
His body
Holds me down with the full weight of his being
His heart
Keeping to the shadows with the patience of a wolf
He is
I am
We are
Free
This poem was in my head as I awoke from a dream. I’m starting to suspect that I really do write in my dreams, though I do not remember it usually.
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