You envelope me like water. The years pass, but the passion still flows.
You look at me with the knowing the years have brought us.
The kiss- the touch- the union of the flesh that can only be achieved by time.
The uncertain urgency has given away to comfort and a feeling of coming home- coming home to a place only we know.
The years pass, but the passion still flows.
Your lips fill the hollows of my body, while your hands burn through my skin- carressing my soul.