There is a smile, that when seen hits somewhere deep down in the depths of who I am. It strikes a cord that is foreign and distant to me. It’s unknown, but has been searched for before I knew I was even searching…..
There is a color, more precious than gold, more brilliant than amber. It is a color that moves me. The rich beauty is unknown to words, because it is indescribable in any language that produces sound. It is best spoken in a look, for the color is found in the eye and I am the beholder, that is left frozen, unsteady and immobile but just a look. A look that says what words can never, it is in those eyes that I see the reflection of who I want to be.
There is a laugh, that when heard immediately releases the deepest stirrings of satisfaction. The low rumble tickles my heart and makes me smile with my entire body. It is a sound that makes a full day worth getting out of bed for, it is a sound that is known in my heart.
There is a hand, that when felt on my skin touches the inside of my soul and glides along all the deepest places in me, it somehow touches the places I have worked so hard to hide from the world, the touch is trust, acceptance, and comfort. It is a touch that feels like THE touch I have been sorely missing for an entire lifetime.
There is a kiss, that tastes the exotic taste of love. When kissed with that kiss, a loss of time, place, and sense ensues and I get lost, losing myself because it is the culmination of my senses overwhelmed with life, it is the meeting of the two pieces that make a whole.
There is a man that God beautifully crafted. He is perfect to me, not because he is flawless but because his flaws are exactly what I need. His love overflows the heart shape container I was made with to contain it. It does more than just satisfy me; it is what I need to survive, to live and to be who I am destined to be.
There is a color, more precious than gold, more brilliant than amber. It is a color that moves me. The rich beauty is unknown to words, because it is indescribable in any language that produces sound. It is best spoken in a look, for the color is found in the eye and I am the beholder, that is left frozen, unsteady and immobile but just a look. A look that says what words can never, it is in those eyes that I see the reflection of who I want to be.
There is a laugh, that when heard immediately releases the deepest stirrings of satisfaction. The low rumble tickles my heart and makes me smile with my entire body. It is a sound that makes a full day worth getting out of bed for, it is a sound that is known in my heart.
There is a hand, that when felt on my skin touches the inside of my soul and glides along all the deepest places in me, it somehow touches the places I have worked so hard to hide from the world, the touch is trust, acceptance, and comfort. It is a touch that feels like THE touch I have been sorely missing for an entire lifetime.
There is a kiss, that tastes the exotic taste of love. When kissed with that kiss, a loss of time, place, and sense ensues and I get lost, losing myself because it is the culmination of my senses overwhelmed with life, it is the meeting of the two pieces that make a whole.
There is a man that God beautifully crafted. He is perfect to me, not because he is flawless but because his flaws are exactly what I need. His love overflows the heart shape container I was made with to contain it. It does more than just satisfy me; it is what I need to survive, to live and to be who I am destined to be.


