Allow me to talk about him.
The man I’m deeply in love with.
If I had loved him any less, I might be able to talk about it more.
He has the most beautiful eyes.
My favorite part about him.
They can break my heart and build it larger all at once.
And they are the window into him that can give me the only glimpse of what his words are hiding.
They speak to me in a language I’m not completely fluent in yet, but I’ll gladly spend the rest of my days trying to master it.
They are dark and lidded, making his nonchalant yet serene energy more noticeable.
Eyes that trail from my face down my body so slowly that my skin tingles. I could almost feel them burning into me, like his stare would be capable of destroying me if he wanted to.
They were full of complications, only visible when you looked more densely into them. Affection, covered by angry flakes of emotions. I found kindness, under a huge layer of danger in just his eyes. All aside, so much thrill.
I have never quite understood it. I want to. They instill so much curiosity within me.
But even with that, I don’t want to ever find out. Because his complications awaken MY thrill. So he’ll always be my discovery, one I’ll forever uncover more deeply. And live to figure it out, as I fall in love with every new bit.
His lips.
My second favorite.
The way they’re pouted, full, curved and always arousing the wild side of me.
How they fold and wrap around the words that leave his mouth to accentuate them
The way they make up his joy when he smiles, revealing his perfect white teeth that brighten his face
His sexy lips that make my whole-body fold and fall on clouds of bliss when we kiss.
I could never grow tired of them.
I could never grow tired of this man.
I’m ruined by this man.
He’s ruined me for anyone else but him.
I know no one else will compare to him. No matter how many stars are in the sky, he will always be the moon to me.
I thought I had loved before,
When romance was all, I could think of, and I had these butterflies in my stomach. When a small touch on my face made me feel safe
Wasn’t that love? My heart didn’t beat as fast, no
My nerves didn’t consume my whole body to make me freeze like now
I don’t remember my mind going blank just by the sound of my name from another man’s mouth, until now
If that was love, then I can’t name what this is with him.
Because what I felt for my ex seemed like a fleeting wind, while he’s in a chaotic storm.
It’s all ineffably amazing how with him, I’m living in a completely different entity where it’s just us. Under so many bright lights and around an eternal golden frame. The stars above us faultlessly align just as our auras intertwine.
This is love. I love him!
Written by: Diana Indigo & Lovia Malusi