My Lover My Friend

He makes me feel things I have never felt before. He makes me envisions things I have not thought of. We have not touched each other, Yet I know him and I feel him. His voice so mellow, so strong, so kind The words that he speaks to me melts me, moves me, caresses me Letting things unfold, moving slowly, tenderly, not rushing or pushing Savoring each moment we spend with each other as if it were the last. Wanting to push away, yet never wanting it to end. This man and me, my lover, my friend.