Note: This is just a poem. Not made of personal nature.
Going to dinner,
the simplest of birthday wonders.
We had time to spare,
we parked and he turned off the truck.
Hopping into the backseat-
he whispers in my ear,
"I love you."
He holds my body in new ways,
making me feel sensations I've never felt.
Gliding his fingers across my body,
touching me,
loving me,
moaning words combined with my name.
"Are you uncomfortable?"
I moan out a 'no',
I grasped his arms and raced his back.
He bites my chest,
speaking his name softly.
I pull his face up to mine,
breathing my heart into him.
I hold him close,
feeling a sensation he brings.
I feel his heart beat on mine,
"Happy birthday."
