Why is the magic of desire never satiated… and why does our love seem new and why do we feel so much; still so raw and so sensitive.
When do we become the eclipse an the solstice and why do I still long to make love in the mornings; to this passion that is yet to be revealed.
Wondering if we will ever, to be taken that way in the biblical way. Magical almost, and there is a sacredness in companionship of my beloved, and we are forever compromising.
It’s why I believe in you, and my door is always open; Hoping that you will not let me escape this passage; that it is a one in a million chance to have a love like ours…as if we had any real choice in the matter.
Truthfully my beloved, together; I believe there is enough magic here and between us. I want you in every way and everyday forthcoming. It’s why I love you so much; That I cannot help it; I love you, I just do.