His voice is a low hum
Almost to low to hear
His hands are rough
But can still be held
I am a deep shade of blue

The closeness of his body
To mine makes my heart
Pick up speed

The way he looked at me
That look of playfulness
With underlying desire

I can feel his presence when
He's near by
And he can feel mine

He holds my heart
And I am finally
The holder of his