A z u m i

The letter A is for Azumi. A Z U M I.

The man who I am slowly submitting my heart and soul to.

Just looking at him feeds my senses.His tall stature. His face, handsome but not overly pretty.

His eyes, a buttery golden color and his skin like waves of grain.

His smell is masculine and strong, all the while leaving me on the highest cloud imaginable and  swooning in its wake. His touch makes me quiver, like the accidental brush of fingers between two young lovers,electrifying yet tender and behind every one I feel like hes really saying ' I love you'. His voice is like a melody flowing freely and passionately on a stream of whispers and sweet and sincere nothings.

He calls me his 'mata' and I smile that kool-aid smile and stare at him. He is beautiful and so I stare.

He draws closer to me, and our lips have minds of their own. They touch fiercely yet gently, melting into one another like the sugar in my tea. He is the sugar in my tea, the tea of my sugar. The sugar that makes my tea sweet. His lips have my body soaring to new heights never known to man. Each kiss has my blood relentlessly  reaching its boiling point. Feeding our flesh isnt an option, so we force the desire within us to restrain itself  and awaken when the commitment of our love is authenticated before Him....