Starstruck

I stood starstruck in the midst of an angel. Her beauty shines brighter than the North. Guiding me to a heavenly haven from the surrounding hellish terrain. Her eyes, induced with the illuminous grace of a full moon among dark skies. Able to shed light among the black pitched darkness. My passion for her burns like sun rays in the middle of summer. Her lips, full, reel me in with desire. Her body, curvaceous, in all its wonder intrigues me. With every glimpse, I hear it calling my name for exploration, if I may. I'd gently caress every angle from her calf to her neck. Light strokes upon her skin in reflection of her gentle nature. The embodiment of such a Goddess bound to human flesh only deserves such delicacy and care. My mind blank. Only focused on the her pleasure and well-being. If I could gaze into her revealing, illustrious eyes for eternity, I'd find pleasure in each and every second. To hold her in my arms is a resemblance of a bird's grace. Leaves me feeling weightless against the laws that gravity has defined. Flying like a dove in the wind. Soaring like an eagle through the sky. Propelled higher than the clouds, worry ridden, and fearless. A feeling nonetheless magical. Houdini himself couldn't make it disappear. Sometimes it's like she has an anti-gravitational switch because when she's away I'm grounded, but when we're together my anatomy inclines among stars. Moments when life separates us by time, I count the minutes until our time is spent united. Mesmerized by the light in her eyes, her skin of silk, and her unique glow. I'm in the presence of an 8th wonder of the world in all her appeal. A gift to my life and life itself beyond all blessings. 9/1/2015