You once held my hands,
now you hold my heart.
You once held my body,
now you hold my memories.
I want so badly to fly to you,
forgetting all I’ve said,
so I can have you embrace
those parts of me
that no one else can find
in these moments
that drape over me
at 3AM.
I want to be your violin
while you create
the melody of us
over and over
pulling each string,
hollowing out the edges
and allowing
the magic of your touch
to expand us into greatness.
I want your hands claiming mine,
intertwined,
twisted,
knotting us into one being.
Oh….
how I want to wear
your eyes on me,
your kisses on my skin,
one…
more…
time.
Moments with Millie 
i love how you ended this… hope you had sweet dreams 🙂
AWESOME FEELINGS!
😄thanks.
That was so beautiful. You are very talented. 🙂
OMG, thank you. It never comes from me when it’s good. I will take credit for the crappy ones. Have a blessed day, my friend.
“It never comes from me when it’s good”? Nonsense! Of course it does, from somewhere deep inside you, a place where you don’t give yourself enough credit for your own worth. You inspire me, Lady, in more ways than you know.
You are always such a cheerleader to me. Thank you.