I almost yipped when I felt his body shift close behind me; his hands caressing the bare skin of my arms. He brushed his fingertips up my arm until he reached the soft blonde curls of my hair and twisted a lock around his finger. For a moment I couldn’t talk because it felt as though my heart was going a mile a minute in my throat. I shivered involuntarily when he swept my hair behind one ear and stroked my bare shoulder with the tip of his nose.
“I love you,” he whispered against my skin.
listening to songs like these makes me wonder why i ever stopped composing on the piano and flute….
Traveling somewhere, could be anywhere
There’s a coldness in the air but I don’t care
We drift deeper into sound
Life goes on
We drift deeper
Into the sound feeling strong
So bring it on
So bring it on