Mercredi, 11 septembre 2013 @ 17:29
Passion is at the breakfast table in the morning. It is feeling your thighs get warm from just the sound of his voice. It has a memory of every touch, of every taste, of words and music. It is alive and grows every day and night, even in our sleep. It holds the trust not to cause harm and provides a safe space to share. It is honest and wise. And when it finds you, it will set you on fire...