you make me feel
perfection
at dusk cartwheels on the grass sister teaching sister with ubuntu the crunch of dried autumn leaves fading red sun shimmers on the river pink cheeks hair tumbling wildly we watch our breath appear on the exhale moments woven together with great laughter and love in autumn bliss
Source: piccsy.com via Kymberlee on Pinterest he kissed her truly she surrendered completely as the stars giggled A friend recently said he missed the grace of being kissed truly by another, open soul. This vulnerable offering opened my heart a little wider with recognition. I thought about the way I sometimes hold myself away from…
breathless (your words leave me this way) crushing multi-layered longing too-good-to-be-true brilliant encapsulating all I feel in words I could never find filaments of love connecting in a measureless space between connectedness(ness) beauty enraptured I am breathless (oh yes)