I love the depth of your eyes... the way they look at who I was, see all of what I am, and envision who I'm yet to be.

I love your hands and the way you maneuver them up my thigh as if you were reaching for the stars in another galaxy, somewhere in outer space.

I love the tone of your voice when you speak of what you love, your dreams, and aspirations.

I love the way your words penetrate my bones and the way your fingers caress the sharpest edges of my soul.... so effortlessly... so fearlessly.

I love the way you read me... As if my body language was your native tongue and communication was your forte....

In a world where people are often so misunderstood... to make sense without the need for explanation, is the greatest comfort....

You comfort me....

You ease this unsteady soul by just letting it be.

I'm driven by insanity...

But insanely, you are sanity.