The scent of sunflowers in summer. Lilac blooming near a hidden lake. Roses in the first spring rain.
I scoot a little closer to the back of your neck, breathing in your scent while gently brushing my lips across your skin.
A sigh of pleasure escapes you. A person here to protect you. So that a wordless feeling pervades you.
How do I give words to the unspeakable? When you fill me so with the unthinkable. No worry or strife, stress or bad feelings, regrets or frets or thoughts of I’m a mess.
When I get back to you, I come back to me.