I Heart You, You Haunt Me.

The Sea Of Love

When exhaustion

finally hits me,

I fall into bed.

It's not long

before I'm in that

strange place

between asleep

and awake,

where you might

fall off a cliff

or find a stranger

chasing you.

But tonight,

waiting for me

behind the magical

curtain of dreams,

there's Jackson,

as clear as the

sparkling silver tips

of the sea

that surrounded the boat

we're rocking in.

We face each other,

the full moon so iridescent,

it reminds me of the

glow-in-the-dark planets

I used to have

on my ceiling.

We stand there

in peaceful darkness,

not talking,

not touching,

but feeling

volts of electricity

charging through our veins.

When he finally

reaches out

to touch me,

the energy

is so intense

I jump.

He pulls me to him

and kisses me,

his lips

so soft,

so delicious,

so real,

I can't help

but reach up

and touch them

with my fingers.

And once I feel his skin

beneath my fingers,

I want more.

It's like he's a map

and I'm trying to find

my way home.

While we kiss,

my hands travel

across his chest,

down his arms,

to his hands,

where our

fingers

intertwine.

We raise

our hands

in the air

above us,

victorious in love,

only to let go

and push ourselves

together

even closer.

When we

release our lips,

we both

g    a     s   p

for air.

Then, he cradles my body

as he ever-so-gently

lays my

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body down.

Our eyes locked,

my finger

traces his jaw.

Before I can say

I love you,

I'm swimming

in the

warm sea

of his

kisses

once again.