I made love to you so many times
I don't know if they were dreams
or memories nestled in time,
whispers of a hungry soul,
an echo in the half-light,
where our bodies merge.
Each encounter a new beginning,
a journey to distant galaxies,
where your laughter was a star,
and my hands, constellations,
traced paths on your skin,
drawing secrets, naked of reason.
You were different in every sigh,
a butterfly in a thousand colours,
but always equally perfect,
with that light that only you know,
the shadows fade away,
under the warmth of your gaze.
I made love to you so many times
that the silence now has voices,
whispers of what we were,
a dance between dreams and memories,
where each kiss kept the echo,
of a love that feels eternal.