Every night we are together I have the privilege of looking forward to when the whole world gently calms. When darkness loosely covers our room and nothing from the house can be heard, inner peace swiftly presents itself. Finally, you are with me. You see me, my smile, my eyes, my lips, my tits. You see all of me.
I cherish each sweet moment I can. I desperately want to savor every little detail that goes right and with you the mountain of memories made have propped you on a pedestal so tall that even a hushed whisper of your name towers over any doubt of your perfection.
I love when I touch your face and you lean in for a kiss. I love how you can tell that I want to be kissed. I always want to be kissed. I love that I can kiss you now as you sleep next to me.
I love that just looking up towards your sleeping face I felt the overwhelming motivation to write down my thoughts and express myself.
I love who I am when I am with you.
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