Intimate
He touches my face lightly.
Kisses the kind that leave you begging for air.
The ones that make you question Am I awake?
Is he real?
Questioning aside
He's got blue eyes and freckles
the kind you dreamed about
even as a child
His tongue tastes like summer
like sunshine and honeysuckle
so sweet and so light
Breathing "I love you" he spills between the gentle kisses
that are quickly intensifying with passion
Matches
a touch
turns me to flames
His hands caress
with such depth
He's reaching
for it
My soul
Just a taste
Delicately
like pulling wings from a butterfly
we are One
Sex
I've been intimate
lots of times
but this
Imagination
I've always had
quite a wild one
But
His touch
the way we wrap
into oneanother
is like
touching silk
and smelling coffee
first thing in the morning
it's your favorite meal
after a shitty day
it's reading something
that touches you
in ways no hands could dream of
His love
is that of fantasy
Orgasm
That moment
where everything turns to black and white
and your toes tingle
That feeling
hasn't gone away
Imprinting
he's now
apart of my soul.
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