Sometimes it’s just that flow, not the smell that you carry, or the way you hold my hand interlock in yours, Sometimes it’s just that flow, no it isn’t the way you lay with me and sink deeply in my soul, or the way you whisper to me when that moment is upon us. That moment that my toes curl and my fingers stretch along the curve of your body, the moment that my fingers touch the base between your shoulder blades. Sometimes it’s just the flow of things. It isn’t the softness of my skin against your skin or the way my hair falls on your chest while were gazing in each other’s eyes. Sometimes it’s just the flow of things. It’s not the fear of us letting ourselves go wild in the moment. No it could just simply be the flow of it all. The moment which we are in.
Yes in that moment,
Sometimes it’s that flow, relaxing our minds and dreaming in time.

And I say to you Bless It Be.

Egypt Truth