I like being alone.
That’s how I knew you were different.
For the first time ever I craved someone else’s company more than my own.

I took the scenic route to your heart and got lost in your eyes.

You will never be unloved by me. You are too well tangled in my soul.

And I will fall for you
Not like heavy rain
Or drifting flakes of snow
Like the sun
Everyday
Endlessly
Over and over again

You are an artist, my love.
Your mouth is a musician’s mouth, your lips my tool. My body is the instrument you play, drawing forth the music that is our passion. My cries are the melody, your groans are the lyrics. Our bodies come together and beat to the rhythm of our song. Your breath hushes me, my moans do not obey. My hair whispers on your skin in silken sigh. While your clever fingers wring from my gasp. Our voices mingle in perfect harmony. As together, we sing the wordless song of our instrumental love.

You touched me like I was everything you asked God for. Underneath your hands I became poetry. This is the alchemy that you’ve casted onto me.