"Talking about love is like dancing about architecture."
With every Spring,
your voice deepens,
expands,
embodies more of your essence.
It sounds like the flow of soft waves
meeting the shore in the afternoon,
and tastes like fresh coconut on my tongue.
Firm, yet gentle.
Your melody feels like palm trees rising higher,
unshaken by storms.
Smells like being kissed in front of the waves,
and looks like the salty air at sunset,
drying my sparkly skin.
But after the sun sets,
your voice commands.
It feels like sipping red,
deep, rich,
and full in all the right ways,
watching the stars,
and talking about life.
The vibration of your tone,
carried through the heat
radiating from your skin,
sounds like the smell of sweet pineapple
and the feeling of warm sand.
Your whisper shifts:
from tasting like the warmth
of your breath against my skin,
pulling me back into your bed,
biting your bottom lip,
to looking like the
smell of coffee with rum,
the essence of you
seeping into all of me.
Your echo sounds like the scent of your soul
trusting the current,
surrendering to my presence,
knowing I will keep you safe.
When your voice quivers,
it feels like turbulence,
energy swirling in the air between us,
a wave pulsing through me,
stirring my core.
And when your words step into existence,
they carry the light of your heart,
igniting everything around us.
Your voice is the portal to your depths,
inviting me to see your spirit with my heart,
and feel your wordless frequencies.
The ones above,
below,
and in between
the wavelengths of your cadence.
Your magic can only be felt,
it lies in the spaces in between,
where your truest truth resides.
A truth I recognise in you,
because it echoes in me too.
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