you, me, and love

/intercourse

Now? He asked and I nodded in reply. I went straight to the bathroom, sitting on the sink. The anticipation is killing me and I could just imagine all the things I wanted you to do to me. I hear footsteps from outside and three knocks on the door. You enter the bathroom with that look on your face. Locking the door and slowly making your way towards me. You wrap your arms around me and kiss me slowly. Oh, God. You make me feel so alive. We remove our shirts, exposing everything that we are to each other. At that moment we are true, we are honest, we are vulnerable. You take me in and make me wonderful. You're going inside my skin- my flaws, and still love me dearly. At that moment I am not a toy, not an object, but I am yours. I am someone you hold dear to your heart. I could tell by the way you slowly push yourself in- trying not to hurt me. I could tell by the way your hands keep me in place. I could tell by the way you make my womanhood feel so ticklish. I could tell by the 'i love you's that you whisper. I could tell that I am yours. And there is no other way I want it to be.