It's that half smile of yours the one that you make when you're making me moan and you're enjoying yourself simply by making me enjoy you. Your eyes so concentrated but so calm and they look at me like they're reading my mind like everything I'm thinking is written in my eyes. Your hands move over me like they're retracing a familiar place like they've been there many times before but still have so much more to explore. You know me too well and not at all. You're comfortable and amazed all at the same time. You love me the most when we're all alone.
I could go on forever about the faces you make in bed.