your eyes meet mine, push my hair to the side

you grab the back of my head

smirk and pull me in, You speak the words that could hold me.

With you I could sleep for years.

your embrace feels like a force field.

Nothing could vex me.

I leave my body.

Forget the hysteria of what isn’t present.

Your love is my peace.

Benevolent bliss.

No burden

You make love to me.

Your touch is… sensual serenity.

I love you.

-Gabrielle Dejesus