I'm in love with this place we're in.
When I'm asleep, your shape placed perfectly against mine, my head on your chest, arms wrapped tight around my bare back.
I'm in love with the way you feel.
When you can't move anymore, it takes my breath away, and we'll laugh until it hurts, but it will always be more intimate than any way they touch. It's never enough. And I'll stand, hungry, at the door.
I'm in love with your deep stare.
Those dull brown eyes, nothing special, but for me, they know every inch of my soul, seen every bit of my being, the way they stare, I cant keep my eyes off of you, and those beautiful, beautiful eyes.
I'm in love with the look on your face, when we're moving and you think about everything I warned you not to. the emotion, the bliss, everything that could ruin it, built this. and yet your face, is an open book.
and I've got a little bit to say, about today. and I've lived a thousand times before I found you, and love is stupid.
I've died a couple times more and I've drowned in your sea.
what lies beneath is you and me.
