It’s sacred;
The connection I have with you.
Shared poems and conversations about who we were as kids and how we shaped ourselves into adults;
It’s the kind of vulnerable I don’t get to be with anyone else.
Heartbeats and hands in hair;
Your lips are as soft as your touch and my knees threaten to buckle while my world stays grounded,
You can take this sundress off of me anytime you want, Sir.
I’m yours from the inside out-
My heart beats for you just as much as it does for my kid and honestly?
I can’t believe there was ever a time that I forced it to beat for someone else.
It’s sacred-
The connection I have with you.
Late night sessions of you playing with my hair and flurries of kisses;
Your soft lips pull me deeper into the reality of us and-
There’s no alcohol needed as I get half drunk on your cologne alone and know that
I chose right this time.
