Textured feelings
Lead to confused hearts.
Sweet satin mornings
Mixed with sandpaper afternoons
And bittersweet evenings
Paint a picture of frustration.
Embrace the joy,
While caressing the edge of heartbreak.
Stop to smell the roses of life,
But in a bouquet of emotion,
The velvety aroma of love overpowers
The quiet odor of suspicion.

The smooth seduction
Of the silky pockets of bliss
Is as easy to deny
As it is to cease breathing
While keeping the heart beating.
The warmth caresses me
In clouds of peaceful ecstasy.
The melodic satisfaction is undeniable.
This perfect love,
This persistent love,
Waits every night.
My most anticipated siesta.

Her heart skipped a beat
As his fingers caressed her cheek
Eyes closed.
Body, heart, and soul smiling.
The heat of his body radiated.
He kissed her forehead,
Soft lips, warm touch.
His body, so strong
Yet so gentle.
And for a moment
The world stopped turning,
They were alone.
Perfect happiness, perfect bliss.
Love spilled from their every pore.
The world could see it and so could they.
Her world was brighter when he was around.
Like a silent movie, unmuted.
Grey turned to color.
Every worry less important than before.
Everything was perfection.
Like Heaven on earth.
Both in disbelief that someone so perfect
Could want their bag of imperfection.
But all they needed was each other,
And they could take on the world.
Just not today.
Today all they want is each other
And their embrace.
The beats of two hearts as one.
Two lives combined.
A two-piece puzzle, finally complete.
Utter happiness
In their own perfect way.