nimble fingertips intricately
laced against the small of my
back, your sturdy forearms
comfortably wrapped around
my waist as we gently swayed
against the impending sound
of comfortable silence.
adoration spoken without words,
you're a bottled summer's night
of sensual swerving hips,
soft eye smiles—
a sweet harmonious choir of
light laughter.
i can't picture myself
loving anyone else.
