You held me close.
Close enough that I could hear your heartbeat.
Close enough that even when you whispered,
my body vibrated with the rhythm of your words.
Your voice is music that I can dance to without end.
I inhaled your unique scent of sexy
and became inebriated
as I felt it course through my veins like a good drug.
Melting from your touch,
I caught chills as your fingertips rested softly on the small of my back.
That moment was flawless and magical
and left me not wanting to ever exhale.
And if I had known then that it would be the last time
you’d hold me in your arms,
the last time I would count the butterflies
as I watched them leave my being,
I swear I would have held on to you
forever.
