I’m just gushing on about love.
I’m so in love with you that I wish there were songs for us. I wish there were words for this.
I think of you and I feel warm... I smile all the time. I love the timbre of your voice, the exact sound of you. I love to make you teach me things to listen to your voice‘s honey. And the way your skin feels on my lips and my fingertips, it’s magic. I want you. I want everything about you. I want you in so many ways.. carnally, sweetly, gently, warmly, softly, but mostly I just want you.
I want to hear your opinion of everything and I can’t wait to tell you things to see what you think and say. You surprise me all the time. I love your mind and your soul. I love that you do exactly what you want to do in almost every situation and you don’t seem to mind if you fit in or not and won‘t change who you are. I love the way you seem above all this nonsense and how human and fragile you really are, how much you aren’t this perfect man, but a human like the rest of us and that somehow I’m allowed in on this. But maybe you really do have a sweeter soul. I don’t trust you yet, not fully, but that’s me. I trust you more. I hope that’s enough.
I’m not blinded to who you really are. I know your failings and your assets and the very very limited ways of you at times. I know how special and good and wrong and flawed and fallible and wise and beautiful you are and I hope I never stop learning. I’m just scratching the surface and I’m swimming in your depths too. And you are there with me too.. so unknowing yet.. I can see that I haven’t begun unfolding to you any more really than you have to me, and at times you touch my very soul. We’re getting there sweetness. We’re fine right here where we are and we’re better all the time.
I love the dance of our conversations and the way we relate. I love those times you are so open. Your sweetness is almost unbearable in everything I’ve ever craved. I love the dance of your touch and the exchanging of breath and ideas. I love the push and pull of us and the deep satisfaction of holding you. I love the way you rock my body and play with all of my strings. I love the flood. I love you loving the flood. I love to make you shake and cry out to me. I love to not stop.. to keep going untll I feel you almost pushing me off in ecstasy and agony and riding just below your push. I love you teasing me. I love your 47 kisses. I love to say “just a little one.. mmm.. one more”. I love to sigh there in my warm pajama pants and exchange a smile with you. I’m crazy about your kisses hello and the quiver of excitement in your tail.. your proverbial invisible but oh so present tail. I love your purr. I respect your strategy and your mind and all the goodness of you. I want you. I crave you. I just want you and love you and I love the way you love me. I wish there were better songs and I didn’t have to cut the ends off of them.
“The Book Of Love”
(originally by The Magnetic Fields)
No one can lift the damn thing
It’s full of charts and facts, some figures and instructions for dancingBut I,
I love it when you read to me.
You can read me anything.The book of love has music in it,
In fact that’s where music comes from.
Some of it is just transcendental,
Some of it is just really dumb.
I love it when you sing to me.
You can sing me anything.
The book of love is long and boring,
And written very long ago.
It’s full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes,
And things we’re all too young to know.