With my image of the setting sands of time drifting away I prey for your beauty to live on inside me when days are short and passion is fresh. I love to be held and to hold onto myself when the sun has now set and the darkness is filled with the whisper of the insects of every sound that is laughter. You are my feelings I will never let go of and you are the heat that boils the love I call fresh air.
With every breath I take in I'm reminded of the number one thing.. you....My oxygen.