Finding Heaven

“Touch me,” you said as I came closer,

hands on my neck pulling me in.

“Kiss me,” you said as our lips met,

for the last time as though it were the first.

“See me,” you said as your eyes closed,

revealing to me what heaven is inside.

“Love me,” you said without warning,

no doubt in my heart I am in love with you.

“Hold me,” you said as the lights went down,

and down on you I knew what desire was.

“Fuck me,” you said so softly this moment,

candles burning for who we are.

“Please me,” you said without a reason or rhyme,

fingers in my hair as I taste what you are.

“Take me,” you said with a smile on your face,

laying down on our bed waiting for my body.

“Make me,” you said as you came for me,

holding heaven in the palm of your hands.

“I love you,” you said as the shadows danced around,

our bodies moving to the song of our hearts.

“Don’t let go,” you said as my arms pulled you in,

closing your eyes as the stars drifted away.

“Need me,” you said as my world died in lust,

passionately we kiss, as heaven is made clear.







Johnny Newell