I Think Love Is Real

The moon light streams through the window and provides just enough light to see her curves... she sleeps. I trace her curves gently with a fingernail as I replay what we did just an hour ago !

Her body... it’s just right ! ... not a waif,
Not a girl. She is all woman ! She moves me deeply!

Her mind... complex. Unique. Some days she finds safety in submission, freely giving herself , other days not so much
... she fascinates me !

Her spirit... it is free! She often flies a lonely sky... but that is her...she is an eagle ! Some days I watch in amazement !

Her soul... she is an old soul. Salt of the earth. She possesses a poets soul... some days it possesses her ! She is real !

She awakes ... smiles at me. A beauty that needs no makeup! I can’t help smiling back at her.

What are you doing? She asks

Living !