Sephiroth,
The name came forth from my mouth like that of a Saint’s,
Taking a slow step forward,
I opened my arms in an inviting gesture,
I wanted him to know I care,
To know this is it.

Zack, 
Sweet as honey when I say his name,
I stood there admiring him,
Like that of a man admiring his saviour,
Arms outstretched, beckoning me to him,
I know, this has got to be it.

He came to me,
And we embraced a sweet embrace,
I felt him, his whole being,
He was real, not a fraction of my imagination,
Warm was he to my touch,
His heart beating faster by the moment.

I held him tight,
Afraid to let go, less he disappears from me,
His solid form in my arms, 
This moment is real, he is here with me,
Heat radiated from him,
I felt his breath becoming more shallow.

We held each other,
For the longest time in my life,
I saw for once, all the emotions that he had tried to hide,
His cold mask shattered bit by bit,
As I softly caressed his face,
Admiring the beauty that was him.

Those bright blue eyes,
Chased my fears away, convincing me that he felt the same,
Promising nothing but a life long reward of his love,
Slowly, I gave in to him,
All those feelings that I had felt, the things I’d like to tell him,
Came gushing out, unashamed.

That night, had to be the most memorable night of my life,
Never ever had I felt such relief, such joy,
A huge burden taken off my shoulders,
There I was with my love,
Showering me with words capable of melting even the coldest of hearts,
Words that I’ll forever remember, so long as I live.

I told him he was incredible,
That his hair was like soft silken strands of thread,
His blue eyes, so soothing to this poor soul of mine,
And the I told him how I’d love to taste his lips,
So red like that of a rose,
And surely as sweet as it’s nectar.

I shuddered when those poetic words met my ears,
He had always been a poet, my poet,
My world went spinning when his lips touched mine,
So soft like silk, the feeling unimaginable,
His hands, moved on to my garments,
Sensually taking them off, as if they too were a part of me.

I continued on, telling him that he was a living Angel,
With it’s innocent face as well as it’s flawless body,
The living statue that stole my heart,
With that, he silenced me with a kiss,
And proceeded to taking off my clothes,
So slowly that it hurts.

And we made love, the most passionate of any kind,
I gave him my heart when I first met him,
And now, he owns my soul,
He fills that emptiness in me,
And when he came inside me,
He made me whole.

I love him, with al my heart,
He treats me like a human more than anyone,
He gives me that thing I’ve never had,
And when I came into him,
I felt complete, as if a part of me being restored,
With him, I knew that I had found true love. 

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