My Kryptonite

I’d fantasized this day so many times over, the sensation of finally being entirely yours.

I had only dreamt of the moment that my body yearned for months; passion, ecstasy, the commitment of him; a sea.

Others may have jumped at the opportunity I had—a spot within you rather than just underneath you. I wanted to be complete with you.

I always feared you’d group me into the category of women who simply wanted to experience the texture of your sands like an accomplishment; that my intentions could be nearly as impure.

Could you not look into my eyes and see the reflection of yours drifting through my innocent mind?

Each smile at glance felt like the warmth of the sun, and each crease around your mouth like the ripples in the water. Each sunset ending with your hand letting go of mine.

Your words could overpower me with complete submission; your breath on my skin with intangibility leading me deeper into the sea of you.

Assuring myself it will be okay, I can swim, I gather the courage to look at those beautiful glass marbles sat at the top of these superb features and ask

“Will everything be okay?”

And the shakiness of my voice settles at the whisper of your waves,

“Of course.”