Overpowered by the thrilling thought of his lingering fingers on my spine,
he slowly speaks of the most breathtaking moment.
The moment of togetherness and wholeness.
My heart races contemplating his seriousness.
His smile is the absolute most beautiful thing I've ever seen,
but knowing Im at fault for it causes the most marvelous feeling inside.
His joy is my peace.
Pleasing him is the most fulfilling aspiration.
I want to feel my name moaned on to my neck,
as I clutch onto him.
his words are an orgasm of their own.
I crave his caress and affection.
His loving, numbing touch.
