It's him

My mind drives me psychotic when I think of him. From the moment I awake in our bed to his face in the morning, until we rest our heads on the soft pillows, waiting on sleep to consume us, and even while I dream. I long for his touch. Such rough hands, but a touch softer than a thousand feathers. I crave his kiss that reminds me constantly of when he first held me…kissed me, and made me feel different, an extraordinary feeling that I've never experienced before. He sends me into a euphoric state that I desperately desire, and he doesn’t even know it. He is solid gold and can always outshine the sun. In my eyes he is as pure as a saint. He picks me up when I fall down. He completes me. It's him.