Intoxicating

Like hugs from behind,
That smell that’s just him,
The way I catch my breath,
When I see him 'cross the room,
His touch on my arm,
The way he holds me close,
His breath on my ear,
Like a velvet rose.
The butterflies I feel,
Whenever he is near,
The way that I know,
I’ve got nothing to fear,
The feel of his hand,
Holding onto mine,
Wishing I could stay here,
Wish to stop the time.

~Bri~