"You're an angel"
He says.
"My angel."
I squeeze both of his hands a little tighter and plant a kiss on his pale wrinkle-plad cheek.
His lips mimic a smooch-
Looking more like a puckering goldfish than anything else.
I smile that smile only he can bring to my face,
As if I were the sunshine that lights the blue sky's of his eyes.
I wrap my arms around him, burying my face into his sleeve.
"I love you" I say.
"I love you too... Angel" his lips murmer as they continue to sputter out kisses.
Remember.
We don't use that word much here.
Tomorrow he will forget that I love him so dear.
But as long as his smile still shines and his eyes gleam bright blue,
I will never forget how I love him so true.

Fingers entwined
Yours and mine
Careful not to squeeze too tight.
My arms slip around you
And Time stops ticking
But I don't want to hold you too close;
I'm afraid that what my heart says is right.
But when our hearts beat together
yours on top of mine
And our lips lock together
Yours meshed with mine
And when our eyes get together
-green eyes like an emerald treasure
Glances stray before they're severed
I slip away, Before you slip away
And bid a bittersweet adieu.
If I stay too long, I'm afraid I'll slip
I'll never tell you I love you.

Sliding against the smooth grooves of my cheeks.
Gliding along the wet slippery membranes.
Waves of saliva wash up agaisnt the beaches of my lips;
Parted lipstick red.
My empty gazing eyes confiding distantly within yours,
Trying to find your soul.
Circling unpredictable whirls and swirls...
Luring out your soul.
Within the pursed-lipped borders
Lies an adventure.
Exploring every inch and angle for something lying already within.
In a perfect world, borders are set;
Space is confined.
Alas, I guide you into the outer limits
Taking down the flavor of
You.
Mixing your DNA with mine.

Don't be afraid to put your hands on me.
I want to feel the tracing trails of your fingertips
Traveling
To all my sacred landmarks.
A private tour for just your palms to see;
Let me guide you.
Read the rise and fall of my heart with the deep smooth grooves of your
Heart line.
If you were a blind man, how would you picture me?
Sculpt me.
Roam my entire presence with just the
Essence
Of your hands.
Emboss every feature; Figure every swerve,
Untwist every turn; Ride every curve:
This, Is how I Wish, You, To Touch me.