He is

Below the night skies,
with an imagination containing the surface
Intensity across the sand,
half naked bodies, & rain clouds sprouting...

An aura of togetherness.
I imagine. The unity, in two becoming one.

There he lies.
physically pleasing to the eye
An object of my affection
The perfect pick of selections

He is. The flutter in my stomach
He is. The motion in my movement
He is. The vitality that is hidden
He is. The force within
He is. The sensation of flavor in my mouth
He is. The Man, I'd dream about
He is. The hummingbirds song
He is. The waters convey to trail us along
He is. The kiss to my forehead
He is. Every kind word, said

Staring into his eyes,
my intuitive feelings release
My left ear to his heart;
I can feel peace.
My right arm across his body,
dancing words onto his chest
A habitant of his soul, his spirit, his flesh.

Here lies he.
My imagination has him to utter a tune
Singing my name with glory
The dark winds join with gloom
The rain echoes his voice into the misty sea
The drops add its own lead...

He is. The jazz song that inspired this poem
He is. The sounds of music coming to a calm
He is. The orgasmic bomb
He is. The rain cloud sprinkling love
He is. Every man that would read this piece
He is. The existence of a King!
He isn't perfect, but he's perfect for me!
He is.

My creative thoughts are over.
I'm back to reality.
My house is beautifully at ease,
until his cologne thoroughly demands my presence.

He enters!