I love your eyes,
their beautiful jade green,
the way they stare into my soul.
I could stare into them forever.
I love your long, dark hair;
the way it tickles my face
as you lean in for a kiss.
I love the curve of muscle
in your arms.
The feel of your tattoos
beneath my fingertips.
I see the strength you hold,
it makes me feel safe.
I love the feel of your skin on mine,
soft and smooth as silk.
I love your hands,
rough and warm.
I love the way you touch me,
so gently as though I were fragile
and you might break me.
I love the strength in your body
because I know it would never hurt me.
I love your smile,
especially when it's directed at me.
I love your voice,
deep and seductive,
it soothes away my every fear.
I love your mind
for it's constant challenges,
it's ambition,
it's intelligence,
it's wit.
I love how you challenge my mind,
my body,
it makes me strive
to persevere.
I love how you make me feel--
cared for, wanted, happy.
I love the things you say
to make me laugh.
I love how you get protective
over other guys.
I love how you listen to me,
instead of just pretending to.
I love how you tease me
and tickle me.
I love the many nicknames
you give me.
I love you.
I love everything about you.
You make me happy.
There is no one
I want more than you.
I want a future with you.
You are all I want,
no one even comes close to
the place you hold within my heart.
I like this poem for it's description... I feel as if your words exactly describe how he is, feels.... You haven't left not a single description out...the strength in his body...the protectivness... agains't other guys... even though I know that might hurt sometimes.... and the nicknames... i can almost feel how special they make you feel in this poem... and his muscles... as if he's a greek statue.... Still, I feel so much pain when i read this poem... like this insane longing... like everything inside you is being sqeezed.. your heart, stomach, and your feet just become clammy and cold.