You’re different

You hold my hand and escort me to your room

Kiss my lips gently while you caress my hands

Pull the scrunchie out of my hair, now you’re running your fingers through my soft, brown hair

I was fighting it, but I gave in

Your kisses are some sort of spell

Your caresses feel like magic

You lay me on your bed and massage my feet

Make your way up and you’re now massaging my neck, I feel your gentle kisses

Slowly, you take off my clothes, I almost resist, but instead I assist

You take off your clothes and lay next to me

You stare at my eyes and you smile

Nervously I wait, but instead of making love to me…

You lean in and whisper “I love you”