His touch
Leaves a tingle over my skin
His kiss
A burn
His left hand
On the base of my spine
His right
Firmly holding mine
A movement
A twirl
A spin
His chest
Against my back, I can feel his heartbeat
His Shoulder
Solid yet Warm
His eyes
Are fire, a determination beneath a lie
His hair
Reflecting a golden light
A step
A stroke
A measure
His right arm
Holding me tight
His left
Holding me tighter
His Smile
Warming me in its glow
His legs
Firmly planted on the ground
No Footsteps
No roads
No wind
Music for my soul
Two bodies one essence
Absence of Dark
Yet not Vivid
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