Ad libbing

 Like red wine, dark, dusky, sharp. Like onyx, cool, smooth and truthful.

Your scents and tastes are flawless, as are your touches and your sounds.

They ground me in many ways, but in the same ways, send me sky high. Reaching for the heavens I'm not sure even exist.

Grasping at mere straws. Not enough to save me if I fall. I hope you won't let that happen. But you might.

Strong hands and sweet kisses that taste just as good as honey in my mouth. Smooth skin and dark ringlets coiled like lengths of ribbon around my fingers.

I feel like I'm drowning, sometimes. I feel like I'm gasping for air. I feel like I'm saved, happy and safe. But each time I feel that contrast. You make me feel like I'm pure. Like I'm something of value. Even when I feel like I've pawned everything valuable about myself a long time ago.

A stone on my chest. I worry. Hope I can be this person for you. Strong, sure, understanding and unafraid. 

Acrid waves in my stomach. Panic. Maybe I can't be all that. But I'll try.

Still clutching at straws. Just hoping it will be enough. Please don't let me fall.