My hands fit to your waist,
so perfectly,
so effortlessly,
I could swear we were crafted together.

Your lips feel so good on mine, that,
when I'm feeling down,
like the world is against me
(it probably is),
just the thought of your delicate skin
gracing Abaddon with the most divine of touches
is enough to soothe the charcoal soul
of Lucifer (her)self.

Lying awake at night was so
dreadful
before you were around.
I never want to sleep because I can hear the smile
in your voice.

Sometimes, I see the stars,
and I trace the crinkles of your
beautiful eyes
in the astounding wonderland
God crafted solely for you.

God, God, I love what you do to me.