When He Pulls Me In

 

I love the way my arms

Wrap easy around his neck

Like they were always meant

To rest there

Soft and certain.

And when he pulls me closer

All the tight places in me

Finally exhale.

My shoulders loosen.

My chest opens.

My heart turns warm

And honey-sweet.

His lips find mine

Slow at first

Then sure.

And I swear the whole room

Tilts toward us.

A spark dances low in my belly

Whispering what might come next.

Will he trace the curve of my back?

Will his fingers learn the language

Of my skin?

I don’t know.

But the thought of him

Unwrapping me

Piece by gentle piece

Makes my breath

Flutter and catch

Like a secret

Only our bodies

Can understand.