I sigh into her and give up the fight. My fingers thread through her hair, pulling her closer, knowing I'll never get enough of her. She intoxicates me, but not in the way that leaves a man senseless. She lifts me up like a breath of sweet air, like sun on my skin, like...god.
No, not god. Like the idea of god, the one I imagined when I was a boy.

Auteur: Stacey Jay