Looking at his body
Provokes so many brilliant emotions
Triggering my memory:
His hair, eyes - deep yet light brown eyes,
His lips... so soft, so tender,
His hands that carress me all over,
His body that empowers me
Just looking...
Simply looking at him.
It drives me insane
Knowing that I belong to him,
That only I am fortunate
enough to feel the feelings he provides for me to feel.
The orgasmic sensations
With just the sight of him,
It makes me shiver and
Tremble in amazement
Looking, realizing...
He is real.
He is not a figment of my imagination.
He is a part of my reality -
Every bit of him, every particle,
And having such knowledge
Makes me complete
I am happy because
I am complete.
His movements,
The way he smiles,
That innocent look about him,
And the mischievous little devil
Who fondles in the darkness -
Every little detail
He is a dream,
No - he's real.
He's more than real...
He's mine
And I'm the luckiest.
Being lost in thought
Simply knowing I'm
The luckiest.
Nothing else matters;
Just that he is real...
And my thoughts
Will forever flow;
And his path will
Forever intertwine with mine.