Your body is the temple in which I kneel in front of every Sunday. Your touch is my religion in which I know every scripture. Your words pierce my heart with such force, it's like I'm witnessing a resurrection. You are my god who I bow to for mercy.
The nights of raw moments shared between the sheets will forever live in my memory. Made for our eyes and shared hearts, the details will never leave my lips; by lock and key they're sealed. The uncensored exchange of words, whether lightweight or heavy hearted, will never be released from the depths of my brain. … Continue reading You and I
I know you love me because you've seen me at 2 a.m. wrapped in sheets in the dim moonlight. You've seen me cry tears of sorrow but you've also seen me cry mid-laugh. I know you love me because on the days where I give up, you pick me up. I know that I have … Continue reading I Know.
It's not defined by four walls but rather two arms. The warm embrace of her is the same feeling as coming home: safe & sound splendid & stable. Not all homes are houses and that's okay. What's mine is hers and what we share is ours. There's no waiting when it comes to houses but … Continue reading Home.