Yours Forever

The first time your lips found mine,

it was as if the universe exhaled,

folding us into a moment

that was both infinite and fleeting.

I pulled you closer, legs entwined,

erasing the distance between us,

a silent plea to dive deeper

into this boundless ache of knowing you.

Your arms have become my sanctuary,

strong, sure, and unyielding.

The way they wrap around me,

pinning me to this exquisite now,

makes me forget the weight of every yesterday.

And when your lips trace the curve of my neck,

linger at my shoulder like they belong there,

I feel a quiet surrender—a homecoming.

I don’t believe I’ll ever get enough.

Not of you, not of us.

Not of the way your fingers map my skin,

as though charting a course

only your hands were meant to follow.

Not of the way you say my name

like a spell, soft and commanding,

and I dissolve, undone by your voice alone.

Time bends when we’re together—

seconds stretch into lifetimes;

minutes collapse under the weight

of what we create between us.

I could forget the world this way,

lose track of space, of purpose, of me.

But I’d remember this:

the feel of you, the taste of you,

the way you anchor me with every whispered word.

Say it again—

that I am yours forever.

And I will believe it,

because the way you claim me

is not fleeting or fragile.

It is the certainty of dawn,

the inevitability of gravity.

And in your arms,

I find I am already home.