Only You...

Perfection

Yiruma spring time

Haruka

Everything in you is perfection: your hair, falling in waves on fragile shoulders, carrying the elusive scent of unknown flowers and the sea breeze ... your eyes, shimmering with flashes of water under half-closed eyelashes, dark and soft, like this summer night, which hides us from everything the world.
Your lips, which once flashed like a pink ribbon of a smile and bound my heart forever.
Your skin, so tender that touching it with my hands seems to me now a sacrilege - I almost weightlessly touch your neck behind the ear with my lips, draw it lower, dying in anticipation.

My breath - it seems the only thing that is left of me now - causes a wave of goose bumps - ripples on the water from the breeze.
I clasp thin waist, hug you to me, still not believing. My hands slide along your back, rise again over your shoulders, stroke them, freeze and again indulge in an elusive and weightless dance, like the fingers of a pianist.
I feel you with all my being, how every cell of your body responds to my touch, like a sensitive instrument. This Music of love that only we two hear is woven from our thoughts, desires, random words, sighs, glances, electric touches and delightful kisses. You fill and embrace me like water, I touch you like the wind - with all tenderness and passion, forcing you to respond again and again, raising waves of pleasure, alternating one with the other.
Oh, this perfect silhouette! As soon as I close my eyes, I see it in my dreams and in reality.
Your groan - and my delight, my intoxication to oblivion, to loss of breath and connection with reality.
What are you doing with me? How can one die and be born at the same time? Feel the torment of almost physical pain and be in a state of euphoric happiness?
I disintegrate into hundreds of shimmering shards and at the same time I feel compressed to the limit by a bundle of energy.
I clasp my hands on your back, in an unconscious fear that you might disappear, dissolve ... no, never, I beg you, never ...
You feel me, as if you hear thoughts: bow your head - oh, the mercy of the goddess! - your face is so close, and there is so much warmth and consolation in your eyes, I drown in them, in you .. again without a trace.
A scattering of your kisses are like graceful drops of rain for the languishing earth, they cover my eyes, cheeks, lips - lightly and weightlessly. The gentle touch of fingers on a heated temple is the coolness of a clean stream that cools my restless mind.
You are all perfection for me, My Love.