~*~Forever~*~
Your eyes stare straight into my soul…
Sweden was entranced by Finland's eyes, almost lost in their deep swirling depths. Not one, but two - maybe even three different shades of purple. Eyes that expressed his every emotion and when carefully examined, even pieces of his past.
When you look at me, I melt… It takes my breath away…
Finland cocked his head as he looked over every detail in Sweden's face. It seemed relaxed, and almost at peace. An expression he rarely wore. His pale blue eyes were fixed on the Finn's face. Finland swallowed hard.
When you hold me in your perfect arms, I start to fly inside…
Sweden reached a hand out and grasped Finland's, pulling him into a bear hug. Finland paused, then wrapped his arms around the larger man's ribs. Sweden could hear the Finn sigh as if releasing long-held tension. This caused the corners of his mouth to curl into a small smile.
My knees buckle and I have to force myself not to fall… Your smell is like a drug to me…
Finland carefully untied the large nation's tie and threw it over his shoulder. He nuzzled against Sweden's dark shirt fabric as he un-tucked it from his pants . Breathing deeply, his husband's familiar scent clouded his mind, surfacing old buried memories of their time together.
It's so amazingly perfect that it takes over me…
Sweden pushed the small nation away, pressing his lips against the Finn's - watching as his eyes opened wide with surprise and closed again with pleasure. Sweden's heart beat heavily against his ribs, a feeling he only experienced with Finland. The heat of the kiss made him shudder with a rush of passion.
How I long to stay in your arms, smelling your scent, and looking into your eyes…
Finland settled himself in Sweden's lap as they relocated to sit on the carpeted floor. Sweden gently held his wife's chin and kissed him again. Finland wrapped his arms around the Swede's neck and pressed himself close.
For as long as we both are breathing.
Sweden lay with his arm around Finland and his nose and chin buried in the smaller man's hair. His eyes began to droop as the sound of the Finn's rhythmic sleep-breathing filled the room. He placed a light kiss on Finland's crown before dozing off.
Poem written by my woman.
I had to use it, wifey, thank you.