I mold myself to you, my breasts nestled into your back, abdomen and thighs curved to your perfect ass, right hand encircling your waist and enticed from stillness by the soft hair on your chest. I feel your breath, not just hear it, as you drift off into a place where I cannot follow. My gladiator, satiated, spent, safe, knowing I would give my life to give you yours. I do give you yours; I keep myself from demanding, convince myself I don’t want you as much as I do, cap off the ends of the Alternating Current that flows between us. How long do we have? Hours? Years? Let it be. I smell your skin, gently kiss the living fabric that blankets your heart and all that I love. The questions can wait, in my heart that beats to your song. I mold myself to you and pray I don’t get lost.