Bees don't sting unless scared

Why does love exist?

It was a sunny afternoon and I was setting down my books for tea. What a lovely day to read and sip on sugar free leaf water. The air was sweet and full of fruity scents all of different colours.
"Does watching me make you uncomfortable?" I brush strands of hair from my freckled face and look directly at his camera. I almost pose as I gracefully glide my hand down my neck and body.
"You? Make me uncomfortable? Shouldn't it be the other way around, darling?" James smiles at me as he squints at the camera to see my perfect acting in the blazing sun. I love this boy. Fuck having him make my heart skip beats, he makes it bulge out of my chest and ooze love. His not-so-perfect-but-perfect-to-me body stood only feet away, awaiting for me to pounce at and wrap in my never ending, suffocating love.
"Come here before I claw my way over there" I smack my lips as I say this to my beloved. He strides over and drops his camera to the side, using both his hands to get a grasp on my waist and sweep me off balance.
"Feisty little kitten, I like it" he breaths out before kissing me with the deepest passion I have ever felt since the last time his lips were pressed on mine. I kiss back without hesitation and soon even the doves are jealous of our love. He sits beside my books and pulls me onto his lap, caressing my body and grabbing the fabric of my clothing. "I love" are the only words that manage to slip from my lips as he uses his tongue to stop mine from speaking. I run my fingers through his dark silky hair. All I can feel is heat radiating off of his body. Or was it just the sun? Either way I cannot resist any longer. I try to push him over so it can happen faster but I'm cut off with him grabbing my hands.
"I don't want to fuck you, if I did then you'd be fucked. I want to embrace you and admire you" James looks into my hazel eyes with his even darker brown ones. His fingers intertwine with mine and I kiss him with the softest lips he's ever felt on his.
"Watch me like I'm your favourite movie" I whisper as I pull one of my hands away from his. I rub my sweating body and pull on the straps of my baby blue tank top, the snaps sounding like popping bubble gum. He looks at me like it's the first time he's ever seen me. I am beautiful to him and I know he loves me. My nipples show through the thin material and I can tell he's eyeing them. He pushes a hand underneath me and grabs my ass as if it belongs to him. It does belong to him. I'm here on top of my soulmate while he loves me for god to see. He loves me for the sun and trees to see. He isn't scared to show his love and I'm not scared to let him. Why does love exist? For moments like these where we get carried away in our own minds and all we can hear and see are eachother. Love exists so that we can experience, so that we can feel and embrace. It exists for me and it exists for you too, even if you haven't found it.

Love just is, and always will be the most amazing thing to ever feel.