My Bliss (poem)

A wave of contentment brushes my soul

As images of him begin to unfold

I close my eyes as he comes to mind

A rush of intense heat storms inside

I lay on my bed as he fills up my head
Feeling his essence caressing my skin
I arch my back as the intensity soars
Moaning softly to myself for more
Laying there happily in warm bliss
I refuse to acknowledge the strangeness
But if this is a taste of how he'll feel
I'll bask in the moment until it's real