Thinking Out Loud

I see you in my dreams and I feel you. Your love and compassion. So handsome you are. Style and class. A gentleman that opens doors and draws baths. You brush my hair and you hold me through the night. Intelligent and articulate. Your height and strength dazzle me. You only have eyes for me and u tell everyone you are mine and I am yours. I want to iron your clothes and straighten your tie. Let me cook for you. Yet you cook for me all the time. I love it. I enjoy your smile and laughter whenever you see me or I say something witty. You delight in my happiness. My dreams are yours and your dreams are mine. So supportive and you continue to motivate me. Sometimes I feel down and u remind me that we are in this together.You hold my head in your hands and you kiss me with a passion I’ve only heard about. Your lips excite and invite me to pleasure over and over again. How u move me. You love me. You like me. Interesting conversation, phone calls just because and letters to make my day. I had to learn to love myself so I could appreciate you. So I could give you my undivided attention. I want to please you. To hear you tell me “my love” whatever you want and need I am willing to provide. I am fascinated with your endurance. If this isn’t love, tell me what is. I reach out to hold your hand…

I am waiting…