Stars
bursting
out of his
fingertips
oozing
down
to my
skin.
His casual
visits
in my half asleep
moments
take
my breath
away
so dang
frequent, now.
His smile,
before my eyes.
His eyes,
making love
to mine.
His touch
is all my soul
silently
screams.
His lips,
greet me
as the sun
peeks in.
Leaving
me
naturally
high.
Morning whiff of thoughts.
©Angel Fizz 2020
May you find yourself between the lines.
