Your arms make my equator complete. 

Eyes like sable and cinnamon sugar, 

Lips that move firmly, but kiss sweetly. 

Your man cleaves unto my wo(e) and quiets my turbulent storm.  

A heartbeat that whips sugar into my bitter pitter patter.

The arch of your brow and the dip of your hair magnetizes my field and forces my hands to your round brown face. 

My mouth and heart smile simultaneously when the rasp of your voice is heard. 

My womb receives you and the life you give, and the structure you administer. 

We’re one. 

I can’t wait to love you, wherever you may be.

Because I’m sure God made you this way, just for me.