My lips hover over hers

My lips hover over hers, 
Something in her eyes tells me I am for her, 
My heart cannot disagree,
There is no ecstasy live being loved as you are, 
Raw and bare, 
No smoke or mirrors to obscure your insecurities, 
Just flesh and spirit, 
To be loved and to love in return, 
The greatest gift of life is to find yourself in another's gaze, 
Two souls binding to find comfort in a familiar embrace,
There is no act quite as innocent and terrifying,
As to love and be loved on return

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