#o2

The air of tranquility softly caressed our bodies
as we lay there, wrapped in the warmth of eachothers arms
in a place where vivid visuals were replaced with nothing but sentiments.
We exchanged words of the most mellifluous, gratifying kind,
and clearly engaged in the depth of the moment, that night.
The absence of pain and the presence of pleasure bought forth a bond
between you and I, we knew existed, but had forgotten about.
The beating of your heart played, into my soul, a harmonious track that seems to eternally be set on repeat,
because your voice resonates through my mind, day and night
followed by mellow tones of enchantment,
Memories faded, as we relaxed in the moment.
Nothing else existed, but you and I.
I couldn't possibly depict the dreamlike state I enter into when whispering
sweet nothings into your ear.
and when you do, I'm instantly transformed into a canvas,
and your words are the brush.
Each fragment of that night is perfectly embedded in my mind
each movement precisely plays in my mind
The way your head rest on my my chest, sent quivers down my spine
and at moments, I still find it hard to believe,
that you're mine.

El Poetisa.