The way you lick your lips,
the way they perch beneath the dancing of your fingertips.
I could just stare in awe at the way you gaze
after you’ve promised to never take your eyes off me.
The way you say my name,
Slow. Relaxed. And, sensual; each way to send my heart into a frenzy.
I’m never quite the same.
I could just listen to you speak above that whisper,
so long as every sentence ends with “I love you”.