Write Down To It

The soft touch of his lips
The hope behind his kiss
I stare into his eyes
Where I know safety lies
I am enamored by his mind
With him, there is no other way I'd prefer to spend my time
I feel bliss when he touches my skin
I can sense when he blows kisses to me in the wind
When I see him my stomach starts to feel empty
I love that he has that affect on me
My protector that rubs my belly when I don't feel good
With him I'm never misunderstood
My heart I allow him to steal
I only wish he were real