Mending

Her breath itself is like a cool breeze. Her hair like fiery embers. Her smile is like the trailing of fingers down my spine. Her touch is the felicity of my soul and heart. She is but my only sustenance and craving, the wine on my lips, the sweetness on my tongue. My heart swells from her presence alone, and all I can think to say is those three words that change time and self. The world spinning from the build of emotion and happiness. Drifting I spiral down Her ravine of passion.