More Than
It is so much more than that.
Of course, I think you know this… I think you feel this like I do.
You are standing there, the sun catching on your hair and turning you into a golden goddess. You wouldn't like that term, even though you'd be impressed by my sudden poetic-ness. A cloud covers the sky, but you are still bright.
Still shining as you turn around and your eyes find me – caught again, staring at you.
You don't ask why, not like you used to.
You don't try to get the answers from me.
You just smile at me, the barest hint of pink on your face… Your eyes seem to sparkle, jade jewels reflecting your own kind of glow.
It is so much more than this.
And I think you know it… I think you feel it, too.
You are not shy, not like the first time. You watch me, from clothes falling down to skin exposed, you watch me. You say all these words, dear Gods… All these words I never thought I'd hear you say. You growl them, you whisper them and you shout them.
You bite down on your bottom lip.
You ask for more of me.
And you are on top of me, you are demanding and you are sure.
You take my mouth. You take my tongue. You take my neck. You take my breasts.
You take my stomach. You take my hips.
It is so much more… so much more…
I think you know me. I think you love me.
Because I know I love you.