King

His presence is unexpected but welcome, a softness to his strength. His gentle but firm grip on the edges of my essence as he imprints his lips on the canvas of my heart. The kiss of life fills it up with light. My smile has become infected with his vibrations leading to gentle willingness of vulnerability to the idea of him. His skin sings warm melodies of all the shades of brown and wisdom is in the windows of his soul. The vibration of his heartbeat bounces off his breath onto my eardrum. Pulling me in with the promise of gentle kisses on my soul. The walls of my pride breaking down. Once indestructible but quickly crumbling. He has begun to place pieces of my back into their places filling the gaps with love that molds the lessons into scents of joy. My smile has widened and can be seen more often than not. Ear to ear my mind engulfed with the lovemaking that is he. King. King has infected my mind with yes. No seems unnatural. My armor of strength melts off as he nurtures this Queen in her rise. King is a reminder or more, a taste of better, a desire of now. He is King. I, Queen. A kingdom in the making a legacy to one day hold.