Her Magic...

She had honey lips brushed with crimson.
A gravitational pull unparalleled.
Kisses that gave birth to galaxies in my mind.
The stars don't compare to her light.
My cool hands brushing her hair from that angelic face.
A gorgeous mess framing her beauty.
Truth spilled across the landscape of pillows.
Breathing in every word, the moment playing like film.
Souls entangled in a dance of unguarded conversation.
All I see is her magic.