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Beautiful noise.

That’s what I hear when I’m buried in your strong arms.

A mixture of passion, cries, moans and tears.

The sounds meld so deeply into each other

that I can’t distinguish your cries from my own.

Every part of me knew that one-day...

someone...would make me feel this way.

Make me want to love them so much that

my body would make sounds

that my ears would not be able to comprehend.

Get so lost in the passion of juicy kisses

that I will still remember 4 weeks later.

And the sounds from your erratic breathing

in my ears and on my face

as you kiss me without entering my body

because you’ve already entered my soul.

Stroking it with your love and affection

while you mind-fuck me with your eyes.

The room is filled...with beautiful noise .

Sighs, breaths, moans and cries that

could touch deaf ears and open blind eyes.

My soul had orgasms long before my body caught up.

And now that it has...you’ve got me feeling things

that I’ve never felt before.

Sensual, simultaneous, stimulations

from intimacy that searches my soul.

720 hours and you’ve known me like

no...one...else ever could and now...no one else ever will.

My head is so screwed up that

I can’t think of anything but our nights.

My nose is so open that

I can smell your scent if I think about you hard enough.

My hands itch each time I want to hold

your love between my fingers and my lips.

My mouth waters when I think of the water peach kisses

that I know I’ll get when I see you.

My soul shivered when you called my name

while I was calling yours.

The leaves of my honeybush shake each time

I think about you entering my soul.

When the beautiful noise of our island paradise

shakes the walls so bad that they sweat too,

my body is wracked by trembles that turn into quivers.

And I now know...what you meant by beautiful noise.

I’m no longer sailing to get there...I’m already on land.

Beautiful noise.