Her

Compton Chauncey
to sit by your side and look into your eyes
a gift such bliss
to be inside
princess my distance
from my sense
of deaths threat
grows more or less
on account of your presence
your lips  fingertips
skin combusts
im in love with your touch
holding warming sleeping believing 
i believe in your pristine sense of things
whispered kisses explosive feelings
im dreaming its seeming for you are my healing
and all i see inside and outside of thee is my beauty queen
the best thing about me is you