I have tried to run from your love, but my soul craves your magic.

His voice is like a old song, Our souls speak the same language.

He is the greatest mystery I had even known, one that always had me craving just a little bit more.

I crave intimate love. Words that make my soul dance, a touch that gives me goosebumps, eye contact that electrifies my entire body, a kiss that could have me questioning whose air I am breathing.

Sometimes souls are meant to meet and fleet for they have different contracts to complete.

She was drawn to the wild warriors, they had to have a little gypsy in their veins.

Im happy to sit and be an ear to listen when the world gets wild but Id much prefer to watch the ways your eyes in sparkle in the midst of convincing me why you love the things you do. It gives me hope that someone else out there feels everything with this much depth and has the willingness to create a beautiful life from it.

Understand me deeply, touch me intimately in ways that don't involve your hands.

Whenever you come back into my life, everything snaps back into focus. Like it has some sort of meaning again, a purpose.