Soft lips that misses yours that tasted like velvet.
Fingers that lingered and scratched and held on tight.
Hair that went long or short and smelt like spring.
Skin like butter and smooth like silk.
My whispers..your baritone.
Echoes that bounced off our bodies and soul.
The heart that is tender and so easily broken and stolen.
Soul that sings a lullaby to the wearily and lost but cannot find peace once again found peace in you.