He is the most beautiful person I have ever had the good graces to lay eyes on. His gentle forest eyes match mine, and we flicker endlessly. He is the crafted-by-god angel misplaced so happily in my arms. I have never radiated such love from myself as I do when I'm with him.

He holds my face in his hands, and kisses my nose, and when we lie together we fit; it feels like god has gave me the missing piece to my puzzle, and I am not religious.

He is speaking in tongues, and I have sworn myself to the Devil only to hear his lips utter my name in the dead of night. I dare kiss those same lips in hopes of tasting each vowel of his sacred ***** words.