Magic Blog

after silent years

our bodies

finally speak

hands remembering

what words

struggled to keep

hearts and minds

colliding in the long-awaited night

desire rising

where the quiet

god gave me a vision my eyes reveal the hint

of what my hands yearn to do

tracing slow paths across the warmth radiating from your body

pausing

to catch a breath where our gazes start to meet

mornings begins with sunny delight

tasting the golden dew that makes your skin shine

an intoxicating aura hat humbles my soul

you are my sun:

strong

brillant

waking early

even though

its night

we get cozy

in a mixed

persuasion

dark roasted coffee in the gloomy twilight

a sky that wants to rain

minds slow to come online and accepting of comfort

Little flowers, big magic