His hands are rough
His hands are worn
And I ache to feel them brush against my skin
I want to know every scar’s story

His smile is genuine
His laugh is my favorite music
And I’d do anything to make him happy
I want to be the reason for his smile

His frame is thin
His skin is smooth
And my hands long to touch every part
I want to memorize every inch of him

His love is pure
His love is honest
And he makes me want to be a better person
I want the simple love he offers

I did not drown in the sea as I had feared
I simply became one with the waves
I will not deny the initial pain
A result of my resistance to change
Months were spent gasping for air
The air my lungs no longer needed
It was you who swam beneath
You who taught me to surrender
I finally stopped fighting
And gulped the salty water
Now we swim side by side
Our heartbeats matching the rhythm of the tide

It’s hard to describe the way I feel,
When you walk into the room.
You make me want to get in the kitchen and cook,
So I can see you pat your stomach in satisfaction.
You make me want to bring you a cold beer while you lay on the couch,
So I hear a sigh of relaxation escape your lips.
You make me want to act foolishly,
So I can see you smile and hear you laugh.
You make me want to kiss you deeply,
So I can taste you and feel you pressed against me.
You make me want to drop to my knees,
So I can feel your fingers curled in my hair.
You make me want to be the soft pillow you rest against when tired.
You make me want to be the warm wet ***** you *** in every night.
You make me want to be the coffee in your cup every morning.
In short, when you walk into a room,
I get this intense, unshakeable desire,
To be the thing that makes you happy for the rest of your life.