"You are my sweetest downfall" ~Samson, Regina Spektor.
L for Love:
Home is where she is.
His arms feel the safest.
She has the softest cheeks.
As his fingers touch my cheek, the hairs at the back of my neck stand up.
If she wishes, she can make me golden or make me beg on my knees.
His sky blue eyes can look into my soul.
She tilts her neck when she kisses me, torturing me and saving me at the same time.
When he kisses me, my knees weaken.
Her fingers fit perfectly between mine.
His hands engulf mine.
Nothing feels as good as her body against mine.
I can't help but giggle every time he picks me up.
I can't keep my eyes off her.
Whenever I turn around to look at him, I always find him looking at me.
Her soft touches leave me gasping for breath.
I can't help but touch him every chance I get.
She grins at me from across a room just to make my heart skip a beat.
In a room full of people, I can only search for his face.
I forget how to breathe when she moans my name.
The way he says my name makes my heart beat faster.
God, she is beautiful.
He makes me feel beautiful.
Is this love?
Is this love?