Forever and Ever

You breathe, and life is no longer cold.

Every shadow turns toward you.

Even the silence wants to feel.

Your pulse moves me

like a secret I cannot keep.

Your curvy body undoes me without trying—

a slow disaster I shamelessly

pray never ends.

When you touch me,

I forget mercy.

All that’s left is rhythm,

and the sound of you coming closer

to subdue my manly energy.

You whisper things

that make time kneel.

You tell me not to stop,

and I never planned to.

If love has a weapon, it’s you.

If heaven has a sin, it’s this.

Your sexual energy writes its name across my will

until I can’t tell where I end and you begin.

We are the same ache,

the same pulse.

Even when you sleep,

my hands still remember the shape of your breath.

If the world ends tomorrow,

I want to die in that second

right when I am inside you

again beneath the weight of my

pulse and sexual being

because that’s what eternity feels like.

Forever and ever.