It’s the way you love.

I can see it in the way you look at me, the way you smile at me.

The quiet moments when we are face to face, my fingertips gently brushing over your lips.

Could it be the way you hold me? The safety of your embrace sheathing me. So safe, so secure.

Or could it be the way you make love to me? When the sun rises and we are both sluggish. The soft exchange of breaths and moans as our bodies collide, the firm grip of your hands and the rolling of my eyes.

Surely there’s more to this? Claim me as yours. There’s no place I’d rather be.

I am made for you & you are made for me.