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Him (part II)

Have you ever heard the sound of someone's voice and felt your knees sink? Strings of words pull south; heaven on your tongue as they speak? I've given up trying to make sense of it. All I know is his voice plays the strings of my every weakness and I swear to God, if you were to ask me what love sounds like,

I would say Him..
I would say Him

Savouring his kisses like drug that I need; hands holding mine that they were only made for me. Bodies mold so perfectly that it makes me think, why would God make him for me because he's my that wildest fantasy turned into my reality,

Because I love Him..
Because I'' in love with Him.

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