un beso pone el punto sobre la “i” en la palabra “amor”?

estas en mis pensamientos

It is just like old times.
This fleeting feeling, those fleeting moments. This. Now.
Just like old times? So it seems…'
How does it fit like so?
Each and every move we know.
Tattered and worn,
Breathing and torn.
Above and below,
It’s like old times, you know.
Thundering and alive
Moving in overdrive
Watching the love shine
Flesh in shadows outline.
Beauty bare, so close to share.
This.
Kiss.
But far beyond past,
It’s the voice through a shallow mask
Lit right to dry high
Blinks pass through stilled eye
Each and every word shared is a moment like twins spared
To step when we don’t dare. To know when we act scared.
This wonderful out cry through mirrored sheets bone dry.
I can't believe this to be true.
Past moments that bleed though.
When all in all it's me and you.
Like old times.
Hear the wind chimes.
Awake in this outline
Of love light beyond time.
Just like old times…'

Was that how it worked so long before
Chasing shadows and at an opened door
Wanting this; forever more.
Loving touched us like before
Just to a dream made real this that we feel
Life alike, alive and bright
To be as one with you tonight

The reflection pans across the sea
Wide and wondrous
Your eyes, cave red in shadow, light night’s mysterious vision.
Over the rocks, between the arch and the lit shore
Hands clasped and warm. Heart beats like the crashing waves as they pound.
My ears deaf to all the sounds but your voice and your laughter.
I know when I hide, how it must chill like a wicked breeze
But below this surface coldness, if only again may I awaken such courage
Thus, love lights, as this night is eternal.