When Love Stays

I feel the safety of your strong arms wrapped around the small of my back; your kiss, so tender, consummates our love in a room pervading of soft, rock music, pink champagne and... countless white candles. We dance slowly, and I hear your belt buckle fiercely slap against the mirror as faded blue jeans fall to the floor; I taste your sweat and know that you belong to me... because you want to. My fingers caress your thick black hair as you sleep ~so peacefully, and I smile when recalling how I fought your love in the beginning, refusing to feel that much alive...again... but changed my mind. I trusted... just one more time.