. . . And Found

“Dearest” is all that I hear, “sweetheart” “lover” they all prick my mind, turning my thoughts as I glance at the speaker. A smile creeping over my lips, my mind cluttered with thoughts, all bringing a smile, all making my skin tingle, my fingers twitching, longing. Your smile, your eyes, your face, your hair, your touch, your laugh, flowing over my mind, my smile growing. I am found, found in you, in you my love, my dearest, I find myself in you.