Romance that Lingers: Portrait of Intimacy

Mon Amour,

There are moments when words feel far too small for what you awaken in me, yet I can’t resist trying.

You have become the quiet pulse behind my thoughts, the warmth that lingers even in the coldest hours.

With you, time bends and stretches into eternity in the smallest touch, collapsing into a heartbeat in your absence. I think of the way your presence feels like both a confession and a promise  as though you’ve unlocked something in me I never knew existed. With you, my guard falls away. You see me without my masks, without my armour and you do not flinch.

You simply hold me with your eyes, your words, your being as though I am something precious and in your gaze, I begin to believe it. There is no map for the places we will go, only the compass of our longing and the certainty that every path leads back to you. 

You are my storm and my shelter, my sin and my salvation, my beautiful undoing. 

Until we meet again,  in a room lit only by the fire we create,

I am yours,

...in ways I haven’t said out loud X