بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

One day, when we've both risen and found our place, I'm gonna sing every piece I ever wrote, give some vocal eloquence to those words that you evoked, let you know and feel and hear, all my sounds pour out of the soul, into the only vessel of their worth that He let me keep near. All this life is but a series of broken syllables, attempts at rhyme or evocation of feeling when surrounded by the material, but when it comes to you there's no barriers or distances, just two stars wanting to reach together their peak supernoval release of emotion. The need is great, I know, the want to hold starlight now, and close our eyes to the rest of what the universe tries to pass along as 'shine', but some beauty, this one among all the beauty that ever existed, worth the bit of wait so I can fashion all of your visions wrapped with my imagination, into a journey of breathlessness topped with ecstasy from every direction. ~~ GapBody line, indeed, smooth as silk perhaps, but couldn't be outdone by your touch I bet, like a thread of cloth pulled slowly back, therein is the subtly waiting flesh, ahh, yes! Only the finest of milk and honey to pour over my Cookie Monster laden sweetly with layers of delicacies, so many wonders, waiting patiently across the surfaces and hills of your contours, beckoning fingers to come and show them the finest of thrills. Indeed, indeed, many rivers await the conclusion of my fate, and may He make worth it all the taste, ameen.