Perfection

Perfection.

Everything about it was perfection.

Sitting on my couch with my head on your shoulder.

My legs draped over your lap.

Your hand on my thigh.

I could stare at your face for hours.

But you kissed me.

And kissed me.

Over and over again.

You wrapped your arms around me.

Lowering me onto my back.

You were in control and I loved it.

I let you do whatever you pleased.

Guiding your hand up my shirt.

Yet you rested it on my back.

Pulling me closer to you.

I never wanted that night to end.

And I miss it more every day.