This is how I love you--the deep blue of my ink and the quickness, the sharpness of my strokes in my handwriting--the way it all seems to fit together--connected and intertwined.  Like the moments we have--my god I cherish them.  My god--I cherish you.

My hair is soft and your fingers should be in it, separating the strands and giving a soft tug...because then you'd be closer.  So all these things--all these things for you on Valentine's Day...this corporate holiday you and I share.

God--I can't even think and write--it's just happning--it's just coming out like a smile or a laugh.  Jesus, what am I missing?  I'm missing the world--I'm missing your existence--your beautiful light in MY life, I'm missing it.  I want what everybody except me has.  I need the physicality of it--I need you.

My entire life is trying to get to you, my insides scream for your caress and in an erotic sense my thighs crave your hips, my fingers long to run lightly down your side--I want so badly to hold you against me, and I can feel your weight on me and my hands under your clothes and my lips on your skin--the skin that burns against mine--the heat that makes your mouth glow, your eyes ablaze.

This is how it all flows out of me, my love--I see it, I want it, I write about it.  I write about the way some songs make me visualize you against me and there's so much loveliness about the way we make love--there's poetry in the way you lean above me, and even if I look troubled, you know by the way my hands guide you that I love every second of it.  Once it starts--don't ever let it stop.

I waited so long for love like this--I didn't know it would come from you--I didn't know I'd hear it in your voice, I didn't know I'd WANT so badly to see it in you....