My Heaven

Soft lips, marvelous face.
It was like that of a young god's; though he was no god for having provoked the feeling of sin in me.
I didn't mind though, I was more like a little child on Christmas morning.
We would spend every waking hour with each other. I would memorize every line and pattern of him.
The way his lips pulled apart into his gleaming smile.
The way his fingers lingered, leaving a path of need before they enclosed anything within his grasp.
My virtuous soul has never felt love like this before; never felt a person's passion so strongly.
His passion surrounded me, caressing every part of me.
Just the thought of his very existence leaves me breathless.
I knew that I had to make him mine. I had to have his heart beating for me.
If not then I would gladly go to hell because without this amazing angel, there was no reason for heaven.