Few words could describe how I feel,
I could use simplistic phrases and cliché notions,
A desire, if you will.
I could call it a romantic lust,
A yearning,
A need.

But I refuse to call it that.

I become a whirlwind of emotions.
A puddle of a person.
I feed off of the affection you give to me.

A kiss to the nose.
A kiss to the lips.
A touch of hands.

Silence, followed by laughter.

Do you realize that we are perfect?