Your sun-kissed skin is radiating warmth, heat. As if the rays you soaked up all afternoon are seeping out of you and onto my lips. You smell like sunshine and the ocean mixed with subtle hints of coconut from your favorite sunscreen. You taste like sweat and saltwater and you, you, you.

Your skin is no longer the lovely milky color I love, but bronzed by the sun we've been lying in for the past few days, soaking in its wonderful rays and each other.

Your eyes, the same color as the ocean outside our window, so clear, so deep, watch me crawl up your body, kissing and caressing and loving every inch of you I find. Your bikini put up no fight against my fingers. Your smile so bright and wonderful and open as you watch me cherish you.

Because that's what I'm doing. I'm cherishing you.

And I never want to go a day without cherishing you in some way or another.

You're my wife now.

And my heart feels like it's going to explode every time I think about it. When I think about marrying you just days ago. About joining hands at the altar, about hearing the vows you solemnly swore to me, about sliding my ring onto your finger, about promising to love you every day until forever.

I melt.

I lose my breath.

I am yours and you are mine and we are here together in a bed, in paradise, and you're looking at me like you can't believe I chose you. Married you. Love you.

But, baby, I didn't choose you. There wasn't a choice to be made. My body knew it was you before my brain had time to catch up.

Your skin is alive in way that has me buzzing, like I can feel the same emotions roiling inside of you. Every kiss and every touch has me burning.

You have me burning.

With the faint smell of your sunscreen and a touch of your windswept hair I can feel the sun soaking into me, the heat, the sweat, the feeling of being alive.

Being infinite.

Baby, you make me feel infinite.

And I just have to kiss every inch of you I can find. Every inch of you the sun touched. Every inch of you there is, because I don't know any other way.

I'm your wife now and I promised to love with every breath, every heartbeat, because that's the only way I know how to love you.

Wholly and completely.

Utterly consuming.

And when I finally stop kissing your skin and find your lips it's like coming home.

And your lips are hungry as they meet mine, and your breath short, and your little sounds have turned into loving pleas.

And when I finally build you up, up, up and watch you break, it's the biggest feeling I will ever have.

Because I will always, always love you the most.