Belonging

A smile, the product of overwhelming acceptance.
Crazy how writing a sentence can be the cause of tears.
Is wanting such a simple human response proof of a wandering spirit in search of connection?

A place to belong,
Echoes inside of me,
awakens at dawn.

Genuine acknowledgment in a situation played out before ours eyes,
should not be controlled.
Why deny the person across from you the gift of worth?
My smile is yours.

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Sunday Kind of Love

I love everything Marc sings, and this song is no exception.

My thoughts and prayers go out to Houston on a repeat and rewind constant motion. Music helps keep my mind on something else for awhile.

This song requires, low light, a glass of something strong, and a fantastic slow lead by a strong arm, bending as it wraps around my waist.

Takes the rest of the world away…

That Moment

Make sure she allows eye contact, it will show trust.

She’ll want to touch you, she ought to lightly brush your chest.

Her hand should want to stop, lingering as she feels your heartbeat.

Maybe her fingers will tap in rhythm.

If it’s her eyes you see, make sure she sees yours completely.

When she leans in to kiss you goodnight, think. This moment. Is she who you’ve waited to see?