Poetic Justice

When he says my name from his most precious lips as fluent as the language we speak its as sweet as a valentines day flower given to me on a spring afternoon. He is my moral obssession and i am truely blessed to breathe the same air as he..not only because he has the key to my mind, heart, and soul..but becuase it makes me realize that he is yet my sweetest sin. He feels as good as a summer rain to my skin..but he hurts my soul like the scrapes on the knee of a young child.. He holds the serenity to my heartbeat..while in the same token his touch is enough to keep it pounding like the waves of an hurricaned ocean. To see him smile is like the sun in its most rare form...when presented with his fears he looks for me to shelter him with my H E A R T as his home.. built from the foundation of our L O V E. his passion is like the fruit itself juicy and dripping with sweet desires..and i am his addiction..or maybe the sweetest sin he's ever tasted.