Of course you do, because it always skips like a stone tossed on the waters when you are near...
You come like a wind that moves through my hair.
You breathe like a song that no one else can hear.
Your nearness is enchanting...
You quietly approach me from behind,
purposely surprising me,
and gently slide your arms through mine,
and whisper in my ears...
Your left hand gently rests on my deeply breathing chest invoking yearning and awe in the stillness;
and the other beautifully cascades
on the rise and fall of my waist,
pulling the small of my back into your embrace.
No words...
No sounds...
...just silence!
...stillness!
I am engaged to your every move!
I am disarmed...
No one can disturb our hearts when we dance like skipping stones across calm, hopeful waters...