my favorite color is candlelight reflected in your eyes playing across your retina

my favorite scent is you after a long day and coming in to your embrace

my favorite sound is your heartbeat racing as we lay together

my favorite taste is the salt on the side of your neck as i pull your hair back and kiss it or your collarbone as i suck on it gently with a hint of teeth

you’re my addiction, the thing that consumes me, my every hope and dream given perfect form

close your eyes and imagine being loved fully, totally, in every possible way

being first in everything

now keep your eyes closed

imagine my lips on your skin

my fingers trailing across you as they write poetry in cursive down your spine

i’m doing the same

for a second it was nearly real

just one instance of perfection

now gone

poof