The I love you

I mean…whose to say he didnt like her?
She had all the qualities of a goddess:
Her hair smelled of fresh fruit, the fresh smell of the morning sun.
Her face delivered a thousand smiles, and you kept each one for yourself.
With each delicate finger, she stroked his hair.
Her feet barley touched the ground, such an angel was she.

Passionate is too weak a word, to describe their meetings. It was intense, moving, dramatic, it hurt.
They loved each other, they desired each other. Each and every day, they lay with each other. The bed was firm and smooth, their silky formations ran into the sheets.
”how much do you desire me?”
her insecurity astounded him.
Every morning with a lavished kiss.
Her body faced the heavens, and he left her for a breath of air.
”I love you”
She lay in bed, still.
Water boiled, and the tea was set.
He brought it in, the bedside table rest quitely next to her.

Staring at her beautiful physique, he inhaled and he exhaled.
The tea was hot, still boiling.
She continued to lay in bed, a silken goddess.
”I love you”

her neck so soft, she inhaled the essence of the morning.
The air was so thin, and so clear.

Her body aroused him.
”I love you”
she gave him a glance, she considered him.
Rising from the bottomless bed, a kiss.
Softly, ”I love you”


- Sanna Maria


PS. THINK OF SOMETHING FAST