Imagine This:
Open window, smell of the sea
Your arm around my stomach, pulling closer to me.
The white sheets tangled at our feet,
The perfect harmony of our heart beats.

Your pointer finger drawing a line-
First my neck, then my shoulder, tracing my spine
The hills of my ribcage, the curve of my waist,
Settling on the place you have so often chased.

You got it, it's yours, are you happy?
I really hope so.
I gave it, it's yours, am I happy?
I really don't know.