Lost in the eyes of the forsaken and found by the sound of the beat of our hearts. My touch tingles on the conact of your construed skin as your touch traces the sensation that lines my rudimentary tegument. My nerves pulse with arousal when your aroma taunts my craving nares. The world swirls in a spiral of squares while the earth caves to the vibrations of our souls. In the deniance of the alliance, we find ourselves lost in the eyes of Him.
