Many people have come and gone in our lives. We lay still in the low light of a love found; talking, giggling, binding conceptions of a sophisticated brilliance. Each touch and every moment of our love so pure and inviting. We hide beneath a veil of sweet lust and fracture; illuminating our souls. Why is every move we make dramatic? Why are we avoiding the sentiments and beauty of this essential bonding?
While flawless and kind are your eyes that study our organic intent. The rules do not apply in this dim light of our love’s beginnings. By the time morning comes we are in a bliss of love’s intentional information overload. Our beauty exemplified and our spirits have been taken to a higher elevation.
The silhouette of two men sitting by a fireplace brings joy and a tingle of raw affection into light. They are alone at last.