What a sweet surrender this is…
I feel whispers across my skin and trembles pass behind.
The scent of conjoined slickness rises from our skin racing along, small hairs rising in response
while sunlight glows within me and I feel I’ll explode with the happiness inside
No heart can contain this joyousness and not explode apart.
Other lovers have set such thoughts to page with far more clever phrase, but I must, must say it in my own words.
I love him. I adore him. My skin yearns to sing his song over and over
I marvel each day at how blessed I feel that he says yes.