I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those...soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

my love is a winter’s mistgently dissolvingthrough the windowat the nape of your neck.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.