darling, i do

i could lay in bed with you forever, just feeling you, smelling you, and looking at you.
that, dearest one, would be perfect. i can think of no better way to spend my time, than looking in your deep, wonderfully blue eyes, my fingers trailing over your skin, closing my eyes and just breathing you in.

i just can't tell you what you mean to me. i just want to be able to express myself perfectly, but i just find myself grasping around in the air, trying to grab words and string them together to create the best sentence, the best paragraph, the best way to express what you do to me. what the mere presence of you does to me.

you walk into a room, and my eyes are drawn to you. magnets. i have no power to pull my line of vision from you. butterflies, in my stomach. my lips curl in to a smile involuntarily. this is just something my body does; this is just effect to your cause.

i come undone when i see you. i come undone when i lie with you. i just unravel and fall into your arms. i try my best to physically fill the gaps between us, contorting my body to get as close to you as i can. when the length of your body is pressed against mine, it's heaven.

your warmth, perfect. i didn't know how cold it felt until i'm pressed against your side, and then i'm aware of how imperfect and chilled i was before. your skin, heaven. to have you against me is to define comfort.

i long to hear your voice, to feel your voice. to feel the words escape you and rumble in your chest, and vibrate through my body. it's incredible. it's amazing to feel what you're saying as you're saying it. to be aware of your every movement. to feel your chest rise and fall, to feel your heartbeat through your back. goodness.

i wish so badly i could tell you how i feel. but these words, they just don't do justice. they don't even begin to describe how you make me feel. there's nothing i can do to really truly do it justice.

there's nothing i can do, except live the rest of my life loving you.