My Eric. source 
In each stride I lose and re-find you I move with you, I move in balance I am still. Still with you, But I run deep. I open myself to you. I allow you through me. You leave no part of me untouched. You touch my hand with your mouth, as light as a feather I feel your lips and your tongue in my hand Up my arm, down my shoulders And into my soul. Where do I end and you begin? Where do you end and I begin? You raise me. You lift me up. I am high on you. We are more than we can be. In a world of our own making, You, me and our feelings. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I make much of you And you make even more of me.