He is more than my boyfriend
He is my protection from harm
His lips are my wake up call
My morning alarm

The warmth of his breath
The caress of his hand
He makes me feel high,
Like I'm not on land.

When his thumb touches my lips,
Butterflies soar.
I stare him in the eye
We both need more.

He became my thoughts
I became his air.
I'm not in love,
I'm on my way there.