I Need To Catch My Breath

In deep slumber, you lie.

I trace your visage with a finger.

I am the one that gets the goosebumps.

You breathe in and you breathe out.

Meanwhile, I need to catch my breath.

Forehead. Eyebrows.

That nose.

I travel to the corners of your mouth.

I remember the times they have curled into smiles that made me ache.

I remember the times you pressed your lips against mine.

They were dripping with the honey and mumbling promises of forever.

Meanwhile, I need to catch my breath.

I feel the hint of stubble.

I am distrac

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ted by the mole on your left cheek.

I remember the day we met, and I thought it was divine.

Meanwhile, I need to catch my breath.

I move my finger down your neck.

I place a faint kiss by your ear.

Your heady scent overwhelms me.

I want to whisper songs of love and lustful indecencies.

Meanwhile, I need to catch my breath.

I mover down to your chest.

It rises up and falls down gently as you breathe.

A shudder runs down my spine.

I hear your heart beating, but it is not as rapid as mine.

And meanwhile, I need to catch my breath.