To discover the many levels
of complete satisfaction
which most would call
"falling too early, too fast"
is just a shy breath away from
deeming it to be too slow,
and I need it faster.  
My eyes will never lurk on a path
that does not reminisce on his very
scent, yet urge to find and consume it alone.
My lips will not crave to seek attention
that does not follow with the same
softness they do know.
My body will reach out
in such lengths to find him, because he,
is my sanctuary.

To touch him is to ask me
to fall in love with him,
yet not so indirectly.
To ask me to not look into
his eyes, is to take away
every beautiful thing I've learned
from him.
And if he asks me to do those things,
I might hesitate, yes.
But remember, when something is
a bit too hesitant, it's not really
ever done.

Yet I dare him to ask me to kiss him, to touch him, to love him.
Because from that day and forward, I will never
let him stop remembering why he ever asked me to.
I will shower him with stammering kisses, like
bombs igniting over his very skin.
I will never let my hands leave his body,
scratching at his skin like its the most
beautiful rash I've ever had.
I will never forget the way he looks at me
on a daily basis, or the aggressive meets gentle way
he holds me.

And you are my sanctuary.
And now, you are no longer a
He or him.
And that, my love,
is me loving you, because you love me*.