In other lives

In other lives, in other times, a single promise bound them: to meet. She in that life, he in this one, endless breath-stealing sighs, casual glances that flushed cheeks and innocent smiles, it was a chance meeting in this existence, but from the first moment they could connect.

It was a chance meeting in this existence, but from the first moment they were able to connect. Coincidence or causality? The caresses, the kisses and every word whispered in her ear in other lives now became reality.

Her voice was a melody, her arms a sheltering refuge. Each caress, a dance that tingled the skin, her presence the balm that healed, restored and transformed.

They were two wandering souls, destined to meet and recognise each other, to give themselves to each other in a perfect conjunction, with the sole purpose of fulfilling their promise. In other lives they were not, but in this one, they were one.