You asks, “If I’m ready?”
Like a leaf
would ask permission to leave,
with no regret
I fall to you.

Kiss you up,
kiss you down.
Sunny days, starry nights, best of friend, wedding bells.

Fingers dance down
long black hairs
affectionate cuddles
as my hands continue it glide.

Pulling you closer.
heart to heart.
Nobody does it like us
mocha coffee with an Asian’s breeze.

There something about you
that's stimulating.
Groove with me
and toast to our victory.
You and I.