My head rests on his breast –
sweet musky sweat.
His rough muscles a perfect complement to my softness.
A gentle soul when we’re out an about;
wise, kind, kinda funny when he wants to be.
A raging stallion back in bed;
a volcano exploding inside of me.
Like the sun slowly filling the morning sky
my heart swells when he walks by.
And when we touch
I know there is a God.