She put down her book and
rolled over to his side,
Searching for sincerity
in his dilated eyes.
"Do you believe in dragons?"
A pause. A knowing smile.
"Yes."

Your beauty punctured my soul while I slept,
I woke to realise,
The music had stopped playing,
You were pumping through my blood,
And now through the holes,
A thousand poems spill out.

~LC~

This isn't what you think it is,
this has little to do with your soft lips and smooth skin,  
This has to do with what they enclose, not your toned muscles and the curves they form,
This isn't about your anatomy our how well ours meld together in the still of the day or the silence of the night now filled with our moans.
This is deeper then that,
they say your eyes, oh how beautiful they are as they look in to mine, are the windows to your soul.
Your heart,your mind,your soul that is what matters to me.
what is on the inside of the gift is what makes it worth it not the wrapping and you are a gift to my existence, you bring out the best in me with what is inside  you.