The Way It Feels

To wrap my arms around you, place my lips

On yours. 

The electric feeling of your skin brushing 

Mine, and the way your eyes follow the curve

Of my face, to my eyes. 

Liquid honey, full of honey

Aren’t you?

How my heart flutters  and jumps, when you call me

Baby. 

Your presence is the sun, sometimes,

On days that would otherwise

Be a storm. 

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