pure gold

It's so easy, at times,
to get lost in your lips.
It feels like pure gold to
surrender to this.
So deeply, you keep me,
entranced with that tongue -
the touch of your fingers
evokes a new song.
This melody stirs me,
arouses the soul,
traps breath in my chest,
fills up that old hole.
Each day, I'm reminded
of something that's true:
my heart will not slow down;
it beats 'cause of you.