(One of those days when I feel like the luckiest person alive. When I refuse to let everything that’s bad leave a stain on what’s beautiful)
I find constant inspiration in his eyes. How thoughtful he becomes just soaking up the silence. How at ease his heart is with just being, his mind.
His presence like a drug instantly heightening all of my senses. This kaleidoscope of colours that he brings to my world, his beauty.
I’m the bravest of warriors because he’s on my side. His heart takes bullets on my behalf and turns them into doves, his love.
I’m insatiable for him. Relentlessly craving his touch. He gives passion meaning, he takes lust and turns it into something spiritual, his sensuality.
Every fibre of my being loves every sinew of him, eyeballs to entrails, ceaselessly.