Jun 2018
He’s jealous of the way I fall sleep so fast but I can’t help it.
It’s something about the way I feel when I’m in his arms.
When he holds me I’m able to release my grasp on reality and finally sink into serenity.
When I look into his eyes I feel cared for in a way no one else would understand.
When I taste his smile I know that true happiness comes from within but is radiated through those around us.
When he traces my skin with his fingers I wonder what new discovery he is going to make. He’s always looking for a way to learn more about me. About my body. How I feel. Inside and out.
When he breathes I hope that he is going to say my name again. He rarely does. But I like it that way.
It’s something about the way I feel when I’m in his arms.
When he holds me I’m able to release my grasp on reality and finally sink into serenity.
When I look into his eyes I feel cared for in a way no one else would understand.
When I taste his smile I know that true happiness comes from within but is radiated through those around us.
When he traces my skin with his fingers I wonder what new discovery he is going to make. He’s always looking for a way to learn more about me. About my body. How I feel. Inside and out.
When he breathes I hope that he is going to say my name again. He rarely does. But I like it that way.
