The gift

Like a gift, you've given your body to me. I don't take this precious thing you've put in my hands lightly. I will not drop you. I will not break you. You've been dropped too many times, my dear, and it will take your heart a long time to know I won't drop you too. 

Don't for a moment think I don't know what it means for you to give me your body like this. My fingers trace the scars on your heart where you were broken and betrayed. I know you're putting your heart on the line once again and expecting the same. But I will not drop you, and I won't betray you. My heart clings to yours, and if I dropped yours, I'd drop mine too. We're tangled together and wrapped around each other with a love that has no beginning and no end. 

I've studied your curves all day long. I try and fail to contain my gazes to when you've looked away, but you know I've been undressing you all day.

So as my mouth tastes your mouth and my hands move over your skin, please know my heart is nowhere else right now. It's here in this room with you. My mind is fixed on this moment, wishing it could last forever, but we both know this moment will be over soon. Our bodies are hungry for each other, and words are weak at this moment. Only satisfying ourselves together will fill the hunger in us. Until the next time you put this gift in my hands.