It's late; for us. The feel of your skin under my hands, you lips touching mine kissingandkissingandkissing, it is so utterly beautiful, with you. When you enter me I know that's it you I want to love
forever.
I love to think about our most passionate moments, your hands in my hair pulling so hard your mouth so fiercely pressing against my lips and neither of us can remember how we got here and how our hands got there and who we are and anything except how much we love each other-
I love to hold you against the wall arms wrapped around each other's waists my face in the crook of your neck and you squeeze me and i kiss lick bite your skin; softly, all the way up to your lips
because
I love you.
(with all my heart and soul, don't you know)
You chased me for so long and when I gave in I never dreamed that I would fall like this.
You are so beautiful and you don't know.
People make you think otherwise but I know who you are I know your soul and I know your heart and I know your golden brown eyes framed by those falling lashes.
kiss you
kiss you
kiss you
forever.
These jumbled thoughts are how you make me feel.
jumbled; cluttered, so lost and torn and confused
for you.
(Sometimes you play with my love like it's a game but I will always come back.)
I will always come back, if only to share the good moments.
a/n: this is something i wrote for someone special; I haven't posted in so long, I thought it might be good here.