One Love

As we draw closer, We become the naked vine. The two become one- Breath combined. Her skin so soft, like petals of a rose...His hands fall across her, like a gentle breeze blows.  Nothing else exists. They are ever present, one to another. Her voice like velvet, as she purrs his name. His voice like suede, as to her he does the same.  Two bodies as one intertwine.....The two are one, naked vine.