I can't wait to have you watch me make myself beautiful for you.

Just to feel your body behind mine when I'm trying to fix my hair, or apply face cream.
To have you clip my bra or zip up my skirt just for you to unzit it again coz you couldn't bare the thought of me getting dressed so quickly without you indulging in what's yours.
See I want the little things that prepare me for the big things.

A part of me understood your silence when caught in the deep admiration of what you saw when you looked at me.
No it's not that I understood my own beauty, I took the time to understand yours whenever you couldn't blink in my presence
See you made staring at someone a sensual thing, it could never be rude when it was your eyes that couldn't look away.
You fixed your eyes on what you would say was "a breathtaking image of God's best creations" my reply at all time would be "aren't you one silly hopeless romantic"
Indeed your soul searched for belonging in the presence of the art you desired  desperately beyond comprehension.

I knew I aspired an artist within you to come alive whenever I undressed.
You were always caught up in the moment, I mean you grabbed my waist like the scars you saw were an invitation for you to come close,
You let your fingers trace each one as though you were slowly trying to make sure I love myself the way you love me.
You grabbed my **** with all its flaws like a scene from a **** movie, you wanted me and with one look I knew this was forever.
It was forever...