Footprints

This morning I saw your footprints in the snow.

The sight hit me with a force I was unprepared for.

My being cracked wide open exposing the raw of my heart to the cold.

I was overwhelmed with an intense visceral need for you.

The need to have you close. The need to feel you with me.

The need to hear my name fall from your lips in a whispered plea.

The need for you to crack my body wide open so it matches my heart and then leave yourself deep inside me.

I want to be in that place with you.

The place your barriers come down and you give yourself over to me.

I need you to roll around inside me. In my brain, my heart, and my flesh.

Bind your body with mine.

Then pull me close and stay.

Warmth

Closing the space between us, the air fills with electricity.

With the safety of your arms encircling me, we speak in quiet tones.

A gentle peace settles over us, we are in that place once again.

Being near, our bodies bump into one another, laughing and relieved to be with each other again.

Kissing you becomes an act of love bound by magic.

The warmth of your soul touches me and breathes new life into my being.

The weight of your hand in mine, the heat of your stare.

A familiar and exciting place.

My heart beats faster as you smile that smile, just for me.

The blue of your eyes deepens and your pupils dilate.

You tell me my voice is like music and calms you.

I tell you I adore you.

We spend these moments together, intertwined, and loving quietly.