will her body tingle like her soul is being stroked by yours when you touch her…
will she find the comfort in you not only knowing her but understanding her soul…
I will not forget the eroticism of us connecting like this, but I will exist slowly and softly and outlive myself in this. afraid of who I am. who I was. finding what these trembling hands cannot carry, I carry on.
in the sunlight, through the suns light, to you. I was an angel, once.
Within You, Within Me 