State of Grace


Seeing her, a light within me bursts,
flooding my senses to my fingertips.
Knowing she is mine,
my heart beats softly, locked in a state of grace.

Holding her, a wave of passion breaks,
against the walls of my heart.
Knowing she is mine,
my breath slows, held in a state of grace

Lying beside her, the heat between us,
built and spent.
Knowing she is mine,
I sleep soundly, content in a state of grace.

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