Obsession

I’m obsessed with just a taste of heaven
I want him more than anything
From the feel of his arms,
And his breath on the back of my neck.
I could curl into the curve of his body,
And hide away there for eternity;
Never to see daylight again.
To feel the security,
And his fingers intertwined with mine;
The way he nibbles on my ear,
Sends chills and thoughts ablaze.
Comfort me, sweet nothing;
Lay upon me, his presence;
And never steal him away.
Keep his memory fresh with me,
And never let him slip my.

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Written in December of 2004

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