Fragrant and Familiar. . .

Tenderly and without warning you rise with fire in your eyes- burning through the cynicism and fear brutally gripping my deep. You hover over me, whispering memoirs of our togetherness. Echoes of passion pouring from your lips resonate within as the warmth of you settles on my skin, fragrant and familiar. Questions of your intent and our prior involvement are slain by the shroud of your affection. Soft and surrendered I lie vulnerable in your arms, assured at last of the authenticity of our union and the tenderness and receptivity of your way. . .