Till She Comes I Wish Time Could Freeze

I breathe her in with every sigh
and like the fragile moth she long to be
sheltered and held in my loving arms with gentle intent;
I promises to hold her hand through every storm, awaiting her exhale.
Sins of night unfold into sensual sighs
echoing in erotic release, whispers as spoken poetry consecrated in hallowed beds where love is sacred.
She finds refuge in my heart, a sanctuary within my soul; for I saved her from herself; the litter of brokenness.
She holds my poem in the palm of her hand ‘til the ink bleeds into her as love transforms the sweetest ache into the most seductive addiction and both of us lose ourselves forever.
Accentuating aesthetics of provocative mind’s.
Till she comes, I wish time could freeze.