The waterfall of your laughter. The ocean of your conversation.

I love when you laugh out loud. And hit your knee hard in approval of

that silly dirty joke. And we both embrace as the first time. And our

breathing becomes short of air wile kissing each other.

And I feel am going to faint and resuscitate in your arms. As a small

Jesus. With your arms holding me close. As a vise. Pressing my ribs.

My heart against yours. My vision getting blurry while I recuperate

my senses. Oh, sweet love. I don’t think is possible to be loved more.

Hold my hand as I lay next to you on the sofa. Let your hair fall on

my face. And your neck next to my nostrils. Love you.

EO