as we lay there under the pale colored sheets in bed, I look at you. and I can't help myself from reaching out to touch the beauty. like a little kid reaching out to touch their favorite animal in the zoo. or a shiny shell peeking out from in the sand. you interest me, you catch my attention. my fingers first go to your face, feeling your amused gaze as you take in my motions and my fascination. my touch brushes your eyelashes and over your cheeks. I feel your lips curl up and your dimples appear as I continue to feel. I let my hand fall down to the little cut on your chin, the small shaving injury never seeming to heal. up onto your jawline, I go, taking in your unique and compelling features. my fingers cascade down your neck in a curve, reaching back to trace your beautiful sharp collarbones, prominent and entrancing. it feels as if my palm moves with its own mind, running down your stomach. I smile as I feel your small tummy, not toned like a model, but more than perfect to me. everything about you is perfect. you mesmerize me. you overtake me. and when I reach back up to play with your fingers and look at your face, I'm sure you can see my absolute adoration towards you. and as your eyes crinkle while you smile down at me, I feel that the emotion is mutual. and that's what love is.
