Union of my soul

In the stillness of twilight,

I am woven into the essence of your being,

a tapestry spun from threads of longing and devotion.

You are etched into my bone marrow,

a presence that pulses with every heartbeat,

a silent hymn that echoes through my veins.

My skin hums with a fervent itch,

anticipating the graze of your touch,

a sensation as delicate as spring’s first breath,

when it parts the hair from my eyes

and dances upon the very air.

Your embrace is a whimsical breeze,

a caress that lifts me,

spinning me into a world

where the colors of dusk blend

into the palette of our intertwined fates.

When you whisper,

your voice stirs a surreal tingle in my chest,

an unseen thread that connects

the deepest corners of my soul

with the tender spaces of your own.

Your kiss is the taste of a roadside berry,

ripened by the sun and sweet with the promise of summer,

a burst of flavor that floods my senses,

leaving traces of you on my lips and in my dreams.

I feel your pulse as a distant drum,

reverberating deep within the caverns of my mind,

a rhythmic reminder of the fire

that burns with vivid intensity,

an eternal flame kindled by our union.

We are two souls,

forever entwined,

a symbiotic dance

where our existence merges into one,

each breath a testament

to the boundless depth of our connection.