Poetry

Pure Magic

“I’m the luckiest person alive.
Just to be in this moment with you.
Because you are pure magic.”

Can you feel this building within you, too? Like you’re heading the most beautiful melody for the first time. The way it makes you pause and just listen. Like you’re caught under a spell. That’s how I feel whenever I’m near you. That’s how it feels when your voice slides over my skin like silk. Tears fill my eyes and I can’t help but think I’m the luckiest person alive. Just to be in this moment with you. Words escape me, because how could they possibly describe how you make me feel. Or how my senses experience you. You are, without a doubt, a drug I am happily addicted to. So please, I beg you. Give me another hit of those sweet lips. Maybe then I’ll be fulfilled.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Or maybe I won’t.
And that’s okay too.

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