His Love...My Words...Eternal
If I could describe the love, that was so dear to me, yet ripped from my grasp...all knowledge in a thought, and the movement of every hair on my head. Closer than breath, and worth even death. A lifetime in a moment, that will never be enough, fleeing for freedom, while His memory remains. Crying in the shower in despair from the pains, and the stains of the loss of that which was only ever mine.
"Promise this; be the last to kiss my lips."
Click to viewA whiff, an air, the scent of a man that feeds, shares, cares, tastes, touches all the things that let a woman know she's his, and how long its been...SINCE...
His claiming and possession that built her up for ignition and primal precision, just to ever so perfectly liberate her desire for freedom, passion, and the choice...
...to STAY...
She just needs a reason to love him...