Him

It is impossible to be touched by his soul and not believe in God.

Be enveloped by his entire being that I crave his thoughts to maraud.

And when his essence soaks into me like a crimson sun into an afternoon sea.

It’s easy to believe when he says that he loves me.

When His arms sweep me in while his warmth swaddles me to sleep.

And when these eyelids seal into my dreams he would creep.

Oh the magic of those deep brown seas of desires.

Oh how they caress my body, lighting little fires.

And while kissing his lips feels like a sin,

It’s one i dare to commit again and again.

And as we continue these heart racing trysts

How can I not thank the heavens that he exists.