Loving You

I push you down…gently.
The sight of you leaves me breathless.
The scent of you inflames my senses.
Always gently.
I could not bear to hurt you.
I could not bear to see one imperfection on your porcelain skin,
And know that I was the cause.
You are meant to be worshipped,
And I am meant to kneel at your altar.
I caress your skin lightly
And I know that you can feel the slight tremor.
I am in awe that I am allowed to be with you like this.
I am in awe that I see your desire for me in your eyes.
I am in awe of you.
I lie next to you and entwine my fingers in yours.
I am not surprised to feel birth of tears in my own eyes
And I struggle to fight them away.
My arms wrap around you as my lips taste yours.
The heat of your body is consuming me in its flame.
It is almost too much to bear…almost.
For you, I would bear anything.
I touch you everywhere,
And hearing your gasps…your moans…my name…
Validates my very existence.
I hold you as your breathing calms and you cling to me…
Our bodies bathed in sweat.
This is my reason for being.
I whisper that I love you as I run my fingers through your hair.
I never thought that I could say it and truly mean it…
But I do.
Loving you gives my life meaning…
And I love you with everything that I have within me.