You groove me, I dig you

Let's cuddle during mid Sundays.

Kissing ever so often.

While watching our favorite movies.

You groove me.

I dig you.

While taking spontaneous adventures.

From long drives together, to no destination.

To walks around the lake, discussing our future.

I like how you soothe me.

I groove you.

You dig me.

At any given moment we can capture those feelings we had for one another.

When we first met.

Even after long winded arguments.

Before we abed.

We find it in our hearts to reconnect.

I love that you move me.

I groove you.

You dig me.

Our affection is a reflection.

On what real love is supposed to mean.

For, we both know what true love is supposed to be.

Supposed to see.

Spiritual first.

Mental.

Lastly physical.

Eyes should be able to pierce straight through your lovers gateways.

Exposing their heart.

Transparently.

I groove you.

You dig me.

On rainy days.

We spend time.

Writing each other sexy poems.

Describing the ways.

We want to love each other.

You write me one, titled.

"I call it loving you, they call it smothered"

Gestures like that.

Is why...

To me you reign supreme.

I'll forever groove you.

Just sustain diggin me.

M.T.F.D.