As i lay in your arms,
with your scruffy, tickling cheek against mine, --
you kissed me.
So soft & passionate.
your mouth warn & wet.
and I looked up with a nonchalant grin on my face.
This was more of a feeling of love and rememberance
than passion.
As the sun sets before us
the violet, rose red, and faithly orange run together in the sky,
the icy river as the color of your eyes,
curved under the horizon.
I stroke your back gently
delighting in the way your cotton shirt
slid across the crevise if your broad shoulders.
My soul no konger buckled.
I knew then that you were my ambition.
My Ambition to stay happy and to make you happy.
