The lock clicks and the sound of door creak never felt so welcoming.

Your scent is all over my place, the sheets carry the precious burden, oh so fragile forevermore.

The moonlight is an uninvited guest, but it pales in comparison to the fire in your eyes. Let's see we can turn up the heat a little, a touch that ignites a burning desire.

What you call infatuation, I sure am drowning in your pool of sweet manipulation.

The demeanor you possess, the dimples that show up on your cheeks, I find solace in every inch of you, for I shall be honest for eternity.

You leave traces of love behind, the pieces which feel like home, the electricity that runs in my blood, I cannot quite name this feeling.

The fabrics adorn you but I must say otherwise, the thing I feel against my chest. I do not think so, I know.

Like I said, this little space never felt so welcoming.

Thank you bernicecarter190.
For the beautiful lines I could not put together.