Mine 🤎

Look at you.

Real.

Like I knew you were.

Real for me.

A way I can tell you’ve never been before.

Maybe not even to yourself.

No, definitely not this real to yourself.

Because that level of honesty would have made you find me sooner.

Look at you.

Next to me. In the driver’s seat.

A physical answer to the thought ‘why dream?’

Because.

That’s where I found you first.

I like it with you.

You’re so pretty and in charge.

A presence that demands attention on its own without your name.

I can’t lie, I love it when you grab my hand.

Nonverbal declaration that you want me near.

I never wanted to be close till now.

Show me off.

And I let you.

Though you have lived here longer I know you see our exchanges as equal.

I feel that from you.

A spirit I’ve known for a while.

Deliciously intoxicating to my senses up close, 5 ways doesn’t feel like enough.

I experience joy with you.

A simple way of picturing for you how you have changed me.

Matured me as a woman.

I look at you and I see how far I’ve come.

How powerful I am.

Damn you got me feeling myself baby.

And you like to watch that.

Connecting to every inch of me, you guide me without touching the wheel.

You bring me every time.

I like it when we escape.

Duck off for a few days to somewhere beautiful, and connect to something sacaral that heals and empowers.

I always knew I’d be with a magician.

Someone magical like me.

With the hand of God on their shoulder and a consciousness recognizing how two is a crowd.

You were made for me.

Every realm you find me.

Did we have this much fun last time?

I squeeze your hand in faith of favor for our next encounter.

Hoping that you forever kiss my lips in a way that leaves me breathless.

Filling me to drain me.

How can you leave me tortured?

An artiste you are as it is written every time.

You make me think of expansion.

Questioning how I want this story to go.

A love letter promising destiny more.

Will you fill me now?

Will you see me yours and sharing with you?

Look out the window.

I’m in the sky with you.

Unconcerned with direction and more infatuated with touching you.

I love touching you.

Family gifts allowing me to have felt you long before tonight.

You will always exist in my art.

Congratulations baby.

I love you.