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You've been waiting at the edges of all I know,*the vague shape of a face swimmingagainst a dream's haze,*an apparition breathing fog onto glass,*scrawling names into the condensation. I've heard you for many years now,*speaking between the dreamscapes I slip through,*hands drifting closer to break through*the smoke and cover my own. I've felt something nameless and without shape for so long,*slivers isveçbahis of a aura beautiful piercing the sprawling dark skies,*some overwhelming pull I've yet to entirely understand*or know the invisible tide of. I cannot stop following your steps hereor chose to not pull the air still perfumed*with your presence into my lungs. And if your lips find me,*we'll tangle like coiling vines,*souls rooted isveçbahis giriş to the light of one another. You've been standing at the edges of all I've wanted,*the vague shape of a body rippling along every helpless desire,*moving through foggy apparitions to swim near your body. I've felt you for many years now,calling for me between the dark places you slipped through,*hands immediately warmed isveçbahis yeni giriş with my feverish skin,*with my tongue trailing closer*and entering soft velvety folds,*your shivering moan mirroring my own. I've tasted this sweet musk and shape in my dreams,*before gently slipping deep inside,*an overwhelming pull that grips*and squeezes when meetingto build the swelling tide that nears. I cannot stop discovering every crevice,every fold along and inside you,*or choose to not let you take me with the same hunger. And now that you're body has found me,*we'll tangle like coiling vines,*bodies rooted to the heat and love of one another.