I can see the way his mouth curves and shapes his words
How he uses his hands to make his words bigger and accented
The way his features lift radiantly when he genuinely smiles
And his silhouette a view that is decadent
I can see his eyes and their intention
With clarity and immersive expression
Both kindness and pain and honesty within them
He sees straight through me, my soul bare and naked
I can feel his strong and deliberate hands intertwined with mine
And the extent of his smooth broad back along my fingers tracing lines
I feel the coarseness of his beard nuzzling against my cheeks and chin
And him holding me close emitting warmth and acceptance
I can hear the depth of his voice
His timbre creates a fullness in the room
His laughter so vibrant and warm
My heart with happiness blooms
His soft snoring when the night is calm and while the moon is full
My heart beating quietly, wanting to ingrain
The sound of his trust in me to rest and remain vunerable
I can smell when he cooked me breakfast
Scrambled eggs brightly yellow in the pan popping
Turkey bacon sizzling while pancakes are frying
The smell of his wanting when he finds me just as appetizing
I can taste his lingering kiss
So sweet and delicate
Laced with the purest form of care
In this moment he is not here
Ⓒ AyalaRain
To Make Your Day Sweet 