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What is love?
A mystery we have yet to understand
Could it be touch? The pleasure you inflict upon me, digging your fingertips into my hips
The feel of your luscious lips on my own
The way you grasp me in the dark of night
Showing me what I am missing
Alluring words pulling at my heart strings
Could it be the way our eyes speak? Orbs locking, staring into an abyss of endless twists and turns, speaking what our lips cannot into existence
The way our mouths touch in the early light, morning breath with the clashing of teeth and tongue, tugging each other closer
Gazing at me with hunger after breakfast
As if you couldn't get enough of me
The way our breath mixes beneath the streams of flowing water under the showerhead, your hands gently trailing to the places that are still left pure, untouched
Our fingers entangled in the silk satin sheets, making love under the moonlit curtains, whispers of our names filling the once quiet room, the light of our souls luminating in the midnight
Or simply
holding me tightly on the couch of our small apartment, not a breath of a word escaping our lips
Our hearts speaking for us
Holding a gentle gaze, while you rub circles on the back of my palm
Gentle laughter full of innocent love and affection with passionate kisses
Do tell me my darling, is this what love is?
If so
Will you show it to me?
