Him... Poem by Amanda Pierce

He smelled like winter and summer all at the same time.

His voice was like the early stage of pubescence, but he was so cultivated.

His skin was so serene and perfect.

His hair, oh his hair, it smelled like sweet nectar in the garden of love.

When he touched me I simply quivered like I wanted to jump out of my flesh.

His fingers moved all over my body with the elegance of playing a classical piece on a piano.

So gentle and caring of my well-being.

Everything I ever wanted.

Ages of waiting for the one to come in and swipe my most valuable treasure.

No regrets, just living in the moment that I wanted to last forever.