i love touch
nothing is quite so heady as fingers sliding over your skin
it's so worth everythingwhen the love spreads trails of stars across your heart
as your lover's breath whispers over your flesh.
the best part of my life
is that no matter how frustrated
stressed
and snappish we may get . . .
he makes me smile
he makes laugh
he makes love to me.
and i cry with happiness and never hurt.
the rage of a warrior with the heart of a poet . . .
he is so beautiful to me
some days, when the clay from my feet
seeps into my heart
and i doubt myself
he brings me back and holds me in his arms
and reminds me of who he loves
and who i love