My goddess

Grey skies look back at me. The sounds of laughter like summer rain, the touch just as soft and gentle.

And you look at me with a smile and those blue eyes I love so much.

Do you know how much I long for you when I’m away, how much I cherish your voice when you speak to me like I even deserve to be in your presence?

I have been given a gift only fitted for a hero, a god, and here I am, a mere mortal at your feet and you bless me with those summer rains, those stormy eyes and the way they mesmerise me.

My walls are falling at your presence, and I find myself trembling, begging at you for more, hypnotised by your hands playing with my skin, stirring my very core with every breath.

You bare your neck proud, taunting, and my blood rushes, and here I am, I feel inmortal by your side, and you hold me close to you, the world around us quieting in reverence.

You close the space between us with a hand to my leg, a look from your eyes, and I’m falling again, down on my knees, ready to do anything for you, if you only ask.

And as we fall asleep, I think to myself, what did I do to deserve such a gift, such an intense, unrestricted love.