His lips
I die to touch them.
My fingers long
To run through
His soft silky hair.
When he looks into my eyes
I melt all over.
When we talk
The world disappears.
My thoughts
They are always of him.
He is like my other half.
We talk for hours at a time
And we have yet to disagree.
This may be fresh and new
But for now
When I'm with him
I feel free and open.
Though sometimes
I wonder
Is he?
--By Jamie Erdman aka Poetsoul