She wants, to build her wings again, and again.
The tailored-soft touches running on her bare skin, again.
A vibrant heart it was, yearning to be held, again.
She didn’t mind it took her long, her patience paid off, again.
What mattered was her time came, to stretch out her wings, again.
Her soul burnt in its own fire, calmed down by his mere presence, again.
The masterpiece of creations was their ultimate desire, again.
He took his time, in every muscle, with every feather, to get her ready, again.
A stare so deep, it held them steady, each breath came with courage to fly, again.
Goosebumps replaced her maiden skin; she’ll no longer be alone, again.
A heart that need a key, but she wasn’t ready to search, again.
Little not knowing that he saw it, she was the key, again.
Not to unlock another’s heart, but to unlock her true nature, again.
Releasing a much waited upon energy, feeding the earth with rains, again.
Eyes filled water, to rain down her face, again.
They awakened their minds’ desires, yet she needed to see it on her own first, again.
Tired of running, she was tired of holding onto deadweight, again and again.
Their lips locked, she released herself from her misery, again.
She won, in the darkness, again.
Getting there at the exact moment was perfect, she reminded herself, again.
His hand slid down her waist, grabbing onto her, again.
A moment’s worth of feeling, cherished now, and again.
Her wings spread across the distance, eager to scurry the skies yet again.
Far more than yearning of his lips, his love, the urge to fly with him rose, again.
Against all odds!
Against all wars!
Against all breaking points!
Against all her past!
Her future was right there with them, ready to be nurtured, ready to be flown with them.
She was ready to step off the mountain, and fly, again!