By. Dr. J.Bliss
He stood 6 foot 5,
Lips luscious, undeniably delicious.
Hands massive, enough to hold all of me,
A single grip commanding my surrender.
His touch, powerful, unforgettable,
My God, this man— Was he heaven sent?
The thought of him lingers,
Etched into my memory, a permanent mark.
Replaying moments,
Recycling memories of a man too afraid
To lose himself in the vulnerability of me.
His actions—they were never about me.
Did I imagine it all?
Ignorance wrapped in bliss,
The intense look in his eyes,
Eyes that made me feel like I was freefalling,
Plunging from a plane without a parachute.
Sincerity rare,
Never wanting to see me in need,
His voice— It awakened storms within me,
A tremor that unraveled my defenses.
His presence—
It secured my femininity,
Encouraging me to relax,
To nurture him instinctively, without request.
The energy in his touch Pulled me to my essence,
A surrender deeper than I could name.
Beyond the explosion of my own fears,
I would lay as he savored every kiss,
Serenading my being,
Drawing me into a world where I was his.
But was it real, Or just ignorance in my bliss?
Even now, I still fight the thought of him,
Yet my soul— It wants to give.
2025…
