Love List, Part 1

I love your being and your doings, and your travels and your trajectory.

I love the way the world has shaped you, and the way you shape the world.

I love your depth and humor and insight and wisdom.

I love your voice when you speak and laugh and sigh.

I love your body, and discovering your body, and discovering how my body is with your body.

I love looking at you, and listening to you, and hearing you, and scenting you, and licking you, and tasting you.

I love to feel you with my finger tips, and my palm, and my nose, and my tongue, and my thigh.

I love the words and thoughts and smiles between us.

I love how you always feel close to me, and part of me, and with me.

I love looking forward to seeing you, and possessing you, and to being seen and possessed by you.

I love our swirl and balance and range.

I love our speed, and slowness — our pacing is divine.

I love exploring all the ways of loving you and being in love with you and falling in love with you and making love to you and with you.

I love feeling hungry for you.

I love the giving and receiving of you.

To be continued. . .