You're the prettiest thing in the world to me,
God knows you always were,
The way your cheeks and jaw hang in perfect symmetry,
And your body flows and curves so perfectly.

Youre eyes glisten, it's cliched I know,
But to call them brown is a sin, they are ***** of hope etched on a canvas of pure ecstacy,
To run my hands down your body, to feel your burning hair in my palms,
To grab and twist and pull and pinch, to stroke and kiss and hold and hug.

Its a dream you know. You are. A dream. A fantasy.
Call my name, start it with an "Oh" and end it with an elongated deity,
That's how I always loved it "Goddddd" you'd say as we did anything.
"I want to take you to dinner" i'd say.
"No lets stay in, it's more fun this way".
And we'd laugh, and scream and play and sing our own jolly weaving song of love lust and pleasure.

"What're you thinking?" "I think i love you.." I'll never get the line right, it was so perfect, so full of everything we ever needed.
10th of the 10th of the 10th.
Was to be our year. Does it even matter now i'd grin ear to ear.
I have you back, my precious, my love, my baby girl.
Love me sweet, love me kind, love me gentle.
Im but a fragile heart broken so many times.
As are you my love.
We'll Grow
We'll Bond
Always and Forever...

Lay your head on my chest..
It'll be ok.
In the end.