A sweet embrace in the kitchen,
A stolen kiss in the hallway
A head buried in a chest on Thursday
With a peck on the forehead

I love you a little more each day
with the small things,
the sweet things you say.
Your little giggle,
on a cold December day,
warms up my heart
and makes me wild

The way you touch me,
it drives me insane.
Leaves my mind whirling
like a hurricane.
Teases, whispered words
Hickeys show territory
Sweet kisses leaving marks
Moans filling your ears

I love you more and more each day
for all things things you do and say,
I hope you see
just how much you mean to me
A freestyle poem tugs at your heart,
because we are a poem,
barely past the start.
Words with a story to tell
but only we know the meaning
we keep our hearts beating
We are a poem
Perverse, joyous, in love
We are a poem
without a means to an end
we are a poem,
only just began.