Silky bed sheets

For Damien

He touched my hand

I felt his waist.

Our eyes marry, 

looking at each other's lips

lips touching now

don't stop kissing me.

Our noses perfectly spaced, 

his fingers placed between mine. 

Small kisses, 

romantic poets couldn't do justice. 

Euphoric...

he moves to my neck.

Our bodies pressed, 

our chests

bound, 

hearts beating

happy to live

happy to die