His Touch

I enter utopia, but am not alone. For I am ready... ready to share paradise. He is with me now. I feel his presence. It soothes me. Holding out his hand, he beckons me. I smile softly and move toward him.

Finding a seat, we marvel at the beauty before us... the beauty in each other. We've anticipated this so. Both understanding what it means to be here together. Knowing why this is to become paradise.

With his first caress, my breath is taken. With his gaze, my heart melts. His touch reaches deeply within my spirit, my ghost. Hearts beat in tandem. His taste upon my skin... Erotic thrills. My mind races, my body competes. I need him so.

I have allowed him, only him, to reach this place within me ... invading my mind, my soul, my body. His care finding it's way through the rocky places in my heart. On an endless journey transcending love.

I feel safe within his embrace. His love has illuminated darkness. He breathes my name. His soft voice whispers, "My angel". His lips on mine, bodies intertwined, nirvana.

With one last kiss, I open my eyes. I look around, amazed... for I am alone.