My Man

butterflies dance beneath the surface of my body
at the mere sliver of you
just the crevice of you would be enough
whipped cream to an already sweetened dream...
...you, man...
delectable in spirit and skin,
lips stung by beauty and masculinity
eyes, captured in deep thoughts and intrigue...
oh, man...
you go to my head
like ice cream swallowed much too swiftly
your touch causes my soul to freeze
into a realm of our togetherness and sensuality
and please don't let this thaw...
...yes, man...
i want you for infinities
long after the earth dies out and becomes dust,
and if we were two lonely grains of sand
i'd only hope we'd never be whisked apart...
...my man.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.