Kisses. Fingers lock, A magnificent pattern from his rosy to my pale. Soft arms curled over one another. Pulses alive, gracefully in sync. The warm of his skin tingling agains mine, My nerves feel wired. One set of hands unlatches, his elegant fingers run dow my arm, over veins, blue like a map of rivers. I close my eyes, sinking into him. I run my fingers over his veins, the pretty little green and purple laces. Slowly, we sink deeper, and deeper into each other, his warm breath tangling with mine. I breathe him in, his sweet scent, his breath. His warm lips meet mine, I feel the voltage he sends through me every time our bodies lock. Little volts travel through me, fighting the shock, I move with him. I search him blindly, My fingers rushing across him, across his jaw, down his warm neck and to his sharp collarbones. His hands slowly run down my back. I adore him. His kisses. His grace, and his beauty. This habit of mine, Writing about him. I cannot help myself. I can't keep the divinity of him in my head, but to be released through words.