I don’t even need to touch you. You hover over me…and the world…blossoms.

Your sheets are soft. They cradle me and tempt me to lose myself even more.

My breathing quickens. The buzz of your skin above mine is enough to make my throat close up and never open again.

I don’t even know who I am anymore. And I don’t even care.

With a thundering whisper, you unravel my last defenses.

I release. I breathe. I sink into your sheets.

I don’t even know what you said.

I shrug.

I smile. And you laugh.

And I’m yours.