It’s funny you say that I make you feel alive….because hardly a minute goes by before the question crosses my mind of how I lived before you came into my life. It’s not only the fact that you awakened something in me, but of how you did it. How you revived this fire and passion that I thought was dead forever. I feel alive, you give a new purpose to my life, you make me want to live a long life, as long as I live it with you by my side. The desire you awaken in me, the longing I always have inside of me for you is insane. You bring up feelings I never thought existed in me. You are the only constant in my mind. My body is consumed by thoughts of you…how masculine you are, how sexy you are…when you look at me with those sexy eyes, intent written all over them, unable to hide what you truly feel for me…I bet you don’t even realise the turmoil you cause in me.
Those eyes, those sexy, sexy eyes of yours. It’s how you are never able to hide what you truly feel for me, try as you might. They will always give you away and I am always here for that. Your words speak one thing but your body tells a different story. And your eyes….your eyes keep betraying you over and over again.
Sometimes I say nothing because I realise words can not truly express how I feel. I hope one day you will discover even half of what I feel for you.
I love your thoughtfulness, your desire to do right by me and everyone else that you care for. I love the fact that you want to be in my child’s life. It is a beautiful feeling when a person is ready to love you and everything you come with.
I love how gentle your eyes get when you are talking to me, regardless of who is around or watching.
I love your laughter and how sometimes you try to suppress it but it always comes out nonetheless. How the rumble comes from the pits of your stomach when the joke finally hits you.
I love the touch of your hands on my body….as i guide them to hold my waist when I am on top of you…such manly hands, almost rough to the touch. I love my man’s hands roughened abit, and you my love, you have them just as I want them. It doesn’t get better than this. Let me guide your hands, almost threatening in their texture with all those veins on the brim of exploding, so paradoxical in their masculine yet gentle touch. My little secret paradox. Graze my nipples ever so gently, while you let me savour the taste of your demanding lips on mine….I love absolutely everything about you.
I want to take care of you and your fragile heart, I know you harbor disappointments and frustrations from people that should have done anything but. Let me be your listening ear, allow me to love you and to try to be there for you every step of the way. I don’t offer much other than a promise to always have your back, to never judge you, to trust and respect you as a lover should.
I am addicted to you in ways I never thought possible. I don’t want to let you go.
I never wanted to commit to any man, to submit to any man. I have never uttered those two words to any one …and yet, here I am, ready to do both with you, a man that I met only 3 months ago. If this isn’t the hand of fate then I don’t know what is.
Make me yours and watch me love you and give you a happiness and peace of mind that you’ve never witnessed before. I am not perfect, but for you I will try to be the best version of myself I could ever be.
I am in love with you in body spirit and soul.
Let it be known then, that if they ask me what my love language is, I will proudly point at you. It is you, it will always be you.
