Soulful passion

She lay there on his lap, his fingers running through her hair, and his eyes on her every thought, he saw through her and she let him continue, it wasnt the first time she felt naked when with him. For just some moments that room was their own world, that space was devoid of every single thing except their presence, their breath, their dreams of being together. He bent forward and brushed of a strand of hair from her face, and he started singing a song. She lay there not understanding a word of that foreign language but knowing that he sang to her and for her. It was like water flowing from a tap and filling an empty pot. His song felt her empty soul as she lay there accepting evrything he had to give and he sang into her soul realising that this was the   Intimacy his heart had longed for. The union of his song and her soul.