Coated in the cloud of your cologne
your lips tattoo my skin, illustrating your love.
Delicacy touches my spine and my neck through your fingertips
before finally resting on my face, holding me like I'm special,
as if I'm the only one in this galaxy worth holding, protecting, admiring.
Unspoken words fall from your gaze which I blink back,
our hearts in sync playing musical notes of adoration.

-thelostpoetjournals