Sweaty palms and apprehensive affection; this is the way I loved you. Learning to fall and falling, falling hard. Maybe it’s just me but I hope you’re falling too. My palms have been held shut for a while but I think I’m learning to open them again.
Naked trust, a newly found intimacy. An unearthed sacred romance, softly shaped by sensuality and tenderness. I hold an incessant desire for more time, always for more. This is the way I loved you.