Élan Vital.

We meet in my dreams, those captivating eyes of yours call me with  a name unheard;  I do catch a glimpse of you in the distorted reflections and in mosaic manifestations.  Those fleeting moments when I feel your breath on my skin and your lips caress my pain.  You're the treasure I seek. I wander around yearning for a sight of yours, in your love  I was the lost  and the found.

Your touch  stops the time. Disconnected from  the world your fingers  trace my flaws, consoling them  with ardour.  We make love to what's  going to decay.  Breaking free  from the constraints, you take  my breathe away.