Love purges my heart. I burst forth in melodious song & dance. Are the captivating movements of soul & body not the most delicate expressions of romance? Intimacy inspires pure, vulnerable beauty. I am my most beautiful when I am vulnerable to you. The nakedness of intimacy with you is the transformational process. Purifying myself, I bear my mind, body, & soul to you completely.
What is mine? For you have it all. Ultimately, it is yours. Not through demand do I surrender myself. Through the purging of love, through the holy romance.
Your kisses, divine.
Your breathe, hot.
Your embrace, intoxicating.
Your gaze, breathtaking.
What do I possess that is worth holding from you?
My secrets, yours.
My desires, yours.
My passions, yours.
The capability in your hands to protect my soul is greater than the most impenetrable walls, surrounding the most stunning of gardens.
Is my garden not yours to admire? Is the fountain at the center not yours to place there? I find that I breathe best when I am hidden under your waters, drowned.
I am safest when I am at your mercy.
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