The distance between is full of time. Moments everlasting both yours and mine. Doors left open on rooms submerged in memories deep enough to swim in. 

Every touch etched onto my soul the constant embers the sirens song. You are home no matter the road traveled you are the warmth I crave in every journey. 

I stumble sometimes on the depth of this. How loving you has changed the world, how hope and passion shine through you. Beautifully infectious. 

I don’t believe in fate, sliding doors and paths not taken. I don’t believe in guiding lights nor gods or demons. I believe in you, my constant reminder of everything true. 

Sometimes by the sheer simplicity, the uncomplicated depths of clarity and heart. The visible soul above all else. 

Sometimes by a word and how its meaning can change your world. How someone can see you, truly see you and take hope in what they find. 

Sometimes by a glance and how a fleeting moment can fuel a fire. How the embers that glow become the sustenance of love, of hunger. 

Sometimes by the solitude of distance and how miles can instil the depth of commitment. Strength unbending, unfaltering always. 

Sometimes in the silence….you are all of my reasons. 

Eyes covered with sensuality. Not blinkered, but blacked out. Tied gently not to hide nor to deceive, but to discover. 

You’re not vulnerable in my hands, you are loved. I know your hips, the dips and curves of you. The flow of your mind too. 

This is who we are and what we share will always be ours alone. I’m aware of this control, this hunger you evoke in me.

You are all of my cravings you are sustenance. To touch you is to truly let go. You allow me to be this. You give me the depth to become. 

I have rooms in my head, rooms full of moments of things that we’ve said. Passion is at home here. Open doors beckon me I’m captivated by your heart. 

I have cupboards of empty pages, blank spaces for words yet to be said. They will flow. In your arms they will meander towards torrents of never ending seas. 

Every moment with you is a chapter of beautiful storytelling. The book I can’t put down. You’re the catalyst, you are all of these infinite lines 

There’s such beauty in the depths of him like nothing I have known. A gracefulness he brings to life and I’ve made his heart my home. 

Oceans of time to share with him, these ever rolling seas. I take shelter in his sensuous smile when falling to my knees.

The words I whisper endlessly are words for him alone. Inhibitions long ingrained now falling like a stone. 

I’ve had a touch of writers block for a couple of weeks. Mostly due to contentment, satisfaction and a peaceful heart. Yes the outside world is still full of dicks, but sometimes closing the door on that is very healthy. My heart definitely needs quiet times.  Not empty, just still and at ease. You can’t control what others choose to do. Some people plant seeds some chase Pokemon and yes I think there is a massive difference between the two.

Ain’t no place on earth I’d rather be than anywhere with you beside me. Ain’t no other person in my heart, it’s been you right from the start. 

Ain’t no face I’d rather see, your beautiful warmth gazing back at me. Ain’t no hands I’d rather hold, your touch worth more than its weight in gold. 

Ain’t no mouth I’d rather kiss, no other lover holds such bliss. Ain’t no other man I’d rather touch, I’m lost in you so very much. 

Ain’t no other man who’s swims in my depths, you devour me length and breadth. Ain’t no other heart I want to protect, your soul will never know neglect. 

Ain’t no other man who knows my dark desire, the fantasy that you inspire. Ain’t no other love I’d move mountains for, ain’t no other woman could love you more. 

Schedules and platforms filling my gaze. I know where I know when and the number of days. I have patience enough for the times in between. No doubts could disturb all the beauty I’ve seen. 

The ticket machine like a box of delights I punch in my reference and it prints in bold type. I like the sound the doors make when the button is pressed. I love where I’m heading,  the butterflies in my chest. 

Embankments littered with the remains of the day. Wildlife scurries to keep out of harms way. The darkness of tunnels reflecting only my gaze this journey to you is a beautiful haze. 

The clock on the platform ticks in time with my heart. Final destinations that allow life to start. I’ll never tire of the time spent or the distance I’ve come, the scramble for luggage, the disembark scrum.

The miles that separate us are the same miles that bring us together ❤️

At a glance, he is beautiful, but when he holds my gaze he is so much more than a single word is capable of describing. 
He is deep and dark not an open book nor easily read. Not deceptive nor playing a part. 

I dislike the smell of candy floss. Sickly sweet, cloying. “Kiss me quick” hats and fish and chips mixed with alcohol. Amusement arcades, noise and cash. I don’t like this seaside.  Hen parties / stag dos, those English traditions belong here and are welcome to it.

I like the ocean, the sound of the sea. Tiny harbours, inlets and coves. Natures sounds are breathtaking. No cafe for miles, no burgers flipping on hot plates. I become me, but allow the tide to rule.

I can think here. I can breathe. Sand between my toes, I watch my footprints fade in the ebb and flow. No one will know I was here even though part of me remains I will never disturb the silence.

A sense of belonging is a beautiful thing. To be at one with something so powerful, to see all of the colours in the blink of an eye. Peace in the heart even on restless days.