Lost in the warmth of it,
Tangled in the softness of her lips.
Driven wild as her fingertips kiss my every nerve ending.
Mad for those radiant pools,
Gazing at me like stars peering down on the city from night skies.
Chiseled cheek in my hand, all else melts.
It’s not a preference, not a choice,
Born to love both –
Equal, different, embeded in my existence.