Content To Be Contented Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

Your breath tickles the skin of my earlobe
As you whisper sweet nothings to me in the darkness.
Light kisses pressed against your warm skin.
Fingers splayed possessively atop your chest.
Sighing contentedly, holding you close to me.
This is all I've ever wanted,
All I could possibly need.
Your touch excites and soothes me simultaneously;
Your mere presence brings me total peace.
You are the half that makes me whole,
The only thing that can appease me.
Your love meets my every need
And I know that I never have to feel alone again.
Kiss me once more, my love...
I can never get enough of you to satisfy me.