Love like how Rumi bleeds onto paper

I want to see you
Know your voice
Recognize you when you first come ’round the corner
Sense your scent when I come into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way you purse your lips
then let them part, just the slightest bit,
When I lean in to your space and kiss you.
I want to know the joy of how you whisper “more”
― Rumi

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