O how I love the warm feeling of you.
I breath you in like my soul takes in Hemingway.
Lying next to you, bare skin, its quite possible I could see every crook and crevice of your outside flesh.
But what is beneath, that I don’t see. And have never understood the tickings of your clock.
I feel captured by you-as if you’ve won me from a field of bandits.
The thrill of you is what makes me gasp for air, but its the touch of you that makes me shiver.
I lie next to you; the peace you bring me floods my soul.