Something eternal about us

Love like Gold

Aramis

The pure feeling of desire. My desire for her to look at me and smile, my desire for her lips. Oh, her beautiful dark eyes... Her hair in my hands.

Her skin on mine. Just her. All I want is her. When I think of it it's crazy because when I met her I just couldn't stop looking at her. Not anything but her. It didn't matter, as long as she gazed back.

I feel that I desire her approval of me. Not in a controlling way, but to where she complements how I smell or how I look. When she holds my hand or hugs me.

I just want her eyes on me. I don't want her to feel this way for anyone but me, because I'm right here for her. I would never force her to stay with me, oh but I will drop down to my knees in a second, for her.

Not even as a sexual partner or a lover. I could be a friend, a guy she just talks to at the coffee shop. But she chose to lay with me, she trusted me with her body.

I trusted her with mine. I hope to never forget that. Not the sex, but the way I could see her eyes twinkle in lust, the way the moon and the streetlight made her eyes look like gold.

Gold... That's what she is. Gold would be worthless without someone thirsting for it. Gold made itself worthy, because to us... We made it worth everything.

She's my gold.

I love her the way a man loves greed.

I love her like Gold.

The sweet honey gold that attracts beautiful full bees to it.  The type of yellow that is creamy and light, buttery, soft.

So so soft and delicate. I just want to hold her and put my lips to her skin.

I wouldn't mind if she was my first and last love, I hope that she is. I hope I'm hers.

I hope to make her happy and free. I hope to make her heart beat faster at the sound of mine.

I desire to see her face when she finds out she's pregnant. I hope to remember all the features on her face as she sweats gold delivering our child. Her tears are golden as her flaws become rasps of beauty. Beauty only Gold can contain.

The beauty of loving like Gold.