To the one who will touch not only with his hands, but with his soul

I dream of a connection in which breathing is in unison, touches are like a language without words, and eyes are more honest than any confessions.
I am not afraid to be open. To be afraid is about the past.
Now I want to be real: sensual, deep, desirable. And to be near someone who is not afraid of this depth.

My heart knows how to wait.
But it is tired of halftones. Of "almost". Of "let's try".
I want "yes". Unconditional, conscious, real.
I want to be someone's home, inspiration, consolation, fire and peace at the same time.