Good Company

I am married to a good man. He kisses well and buries his boyish face in my neck with an electric blend of passion and gentle loving, adoring my body and my heart and the love I have for him. The love I have for him, a full happiness and fascination with who he is and that we are together, that we are one—a fusion of flesh and soul, of physical being and spiritual purpose. He is terribly handsome, skin loved by the sun and eyes that have absorbed the sea—green, blue, grey, strong and soft. Dusty freckles, eyelashes casting shadows on salty cheeks, he is kind and full of laughter, loving the world and my part in it.