She touched my face with her fingertips,
slowly tracing it.

I felt how soft she was
as her hands skimmed my existence
and kissed me gently like I was something delicate.

She placed her lips on mine,
and I’ve never gotten so lost in a kiss.

All I remember after
was her breath against my ear,
a moan escaping her mouth.

I saw her eyes roll back,
and her back arched like a bridge.

She grabbed my hands
placed them on her skin,
when they landed I felt like Armstrong on the moon.

Maybe she’s my moon,
because when I look into her eyes
I feel my body sway back and fourth like ocean waves.

I love it when she pulls me against her body
and kisses me like she wants to be loved.

I slowly push back,
letting her know
that I will love her like the sun has for the last
300,000 billion years.

You’re a beautiful woman,
you deserve a beautiful life.