You.

The way your eyes
undress me and
strip me of my imperfections.

How your fingertips
glide along my skin,
snake like and familiar
with its terrain.

The gentle flutter of your
breath upon my ear lobe,
sweet nothings pouring onto
the ear drum.

And when you embrace me,
you support my head
like you would and infant's,
refusing to let me go until
absolutely necessary.

Then your lips call
for the tender touch of mine.
A simple exclamation
of my undying
Love
for
You.