The words that escape your breathless lips, murmured against my ear, I breath them in.

Every syllabi, every gasping breath, I cling to them. I cling to you.

The burning need with in me, only you quench. Flaming, white hot fire and you, the cool spring rain.

The things you moan, the tones, pitches, highs and lows, they form familiar sounds, ones I have heard you say hundreds of times before.

But in that moment, entwined with you, where no one could tell where your flesh ends and mine begins, when we are one. Those sounds become the tangible song of our souls.

The words pale in comparison to the nakedness of you, laid bare for me to see. And in turn I let my walls down. Every painstakingly built turret that protects the fragile organ that beats within me, collapses under the weight of you.

Time is frozen in your embrace, slips away from us like a dream. I feel you. Deep within, your beating pulsing organ echos the rhythm of my own, flesh melting with flesh and I am yours.

You murmur those words to me once more. Lips pressed against my ear, arms drawing me near.

You echo in my core.

I love you.