Rapture

It’s in the way you touch me.

The small of my back.

The crevice of my knee.

The hollow of my throat.

The way you breath my name.

Touch my eyelashes with your thumb.

The way your eyes find mine in a crowded room.

The way you hear my soul.

You are mine.

I am yours.

We belong.

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