The hows, the whys, of love

What makes you love him?

When his lips slowly push against mine,
sliding
his tongue around my tongue
touching
the edge
of my tongue
(sharp
soft
warm)

he
lets me get lost in his mouth
in his eyes

He lets us get lost
with
just our bodies

My eyes widen
opening
seeing
so damn much
because of him

(oh
i feel
his love
as
i fall
fly
oh
as
i dream of him)


so
his
hands
fingers
search
play
fiddle
around my shapes
curves

lovingly
touching

lovingly
just being.


there
is
no need to search for things
places inside him
he
shows
me
every
single thing
to touch
feel
dream into
look
and
just live

with him,
I
sleep soft,

I sleep easy
wrapped in warmth and love.

He tells me every secret
with his lips
his soul
his hands in mine
my body
against his,
my fingers
softly
running
over
his
perfect
warm
skin

He;
this perfect being
with his arms wide open for me to fall into
(into
that warmth
that fire
of his)
slowly
my eyes
letting go
drifting
into the sweet taste
of us
the warmth
of us

i drift
and fall
into
love,
for
you
always


and
wake
with all my dreams beside me
with
all this hope
inside
and next to me

I wake,
ready to fly with you.