Petrichor

untitled love

Arms wrapped around his waist,
She looks up to him.
A million thoughts race through her mind,
Her body overflowing with emotion.

He really does love her.

His blonde hair ruffled everywhere,
Thrown around by the wind.
His crystal eyes
glisten in the sunlight.

Does he really want her?

He wraps his jacket around her
As she shivers slightly
From the ocean air
Up on the cliffs.

Does he really think that she's beautiful?

His fingers trace her body;
Her hips,
Her thighs,
Her stretchmarks.

Does he actually like her humour?

His smile is so perfect,
It lights up his face,
Never a frown would
Be left in its place.

Does he think that she's too weird?

She laughs at his antics;
As he spins her around,
As he climbs on the break wall,
As he explores the rocks.

She's afraid he'll leave her, won't like who she is.

She squeezes his hand,
His fingers cold compared to her own,
So she rubs them and warms them
Right through to the bone.

He has already imprinted on her life so much.

She holds him close,
And listens to his heart beat
As he kisses her tenderly
with so much care and love.

He chose her.

Arms link around his neck,
Their lips touch,
And they are gentle,
And they are passionate.

And she chose him.

Fingers run through hair,
Bodies press together,
They breathe as one,
Their bodies are one.

She feels whole.

She is one,
He completes her,
He is her other half
And her one true love.