moments of love

FOR MY MIND IS CONSUMED OF HIM

I kissed him, and it was not a normal kiss. It was a kiss that was shared between two people who sincerely loved each other. I loved him, with all of my heart. He told me he loved me, that he loved my smell, just as I loved his smell. That he loved my smile, just as I loved his smile.

That he loved to kiss me, just as I loved to kiss him. That he loved me. And I loved him.

I opened his shirt and graciously moved both of my hands down to his belly. I touched him, not in an indecent way; I touched him like two

people sharing one heart touch each other.

His eyes opened, yet again gleaming and sharing a feeling of intense happiness.

I was watching him, his lips so pure and thick, full of kisses I still had to receive.

Oh god, I wished this moment would last forever. I will never let you go he said, and though my mind told me this was almost impossible, my heart refused to listen and cherished those words and repeated them

non-stop.

I kissed him, yet again, and could not stop. He was now lying right next to me, with his head on my chest, right on the spot where a beating heart was situated. A beating heart full of excitement. It was beating for

him, just for him.

But was he there, or was it just the presence of his love in my heart.