Laura Cummings - The Healer.

I race to your side and press my hands against your warm smooth skin,
Our eyes lock I take a deep breath and the connection begins,
I see into your soul and wonder if you can see mine,
I feel our souls entwine as I get a rush of images,
Flashes of your past,
Images of how you see me,
And the strangest thing is that through your eyes I am beautiful,
I feel us pulling closer as a white light wraps around us tickling our skin.
Suddenly we’re naked,
And I can’t remember how that happened,
Our bodies are now so close that its almost like we share the same skin,
Our lips lock and move together in rhythm,
And for the first time in my life,
I’m healed,
I’m one not half,
I am whole.

Laura Cummings

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