I love you

something far deeper awakens between us, because sex with you is its own love language, one that doesn't need translation, one where every breath, every moan, every trembling gasp speaks volumes about what we feel. It’s in the way I kiss you like I’m starving for your taste, in the way I grip your hips and pull you into me like I’m claiming what’s mine, in the way I move inside you slow and deep, or rough and wild, depending on the message we’re both too overwhelmed to say out loud. When our skin meets, it’s like the world fades and all that’s left is the raw truth of what you do to me how much I worship your body, how deeply I crave your pleasure, how obsessed I am with the way you lose control when I whisper dirty promises in your ear and deliver on every single one. In those moments, we’re not just making love we’re speaking a sacred, primal dialect that only we understand, where every thrust, every rhythm, every cry is a confession, a vow, a surrender. When I’m inside you, touching you, tasting you, feeling your body respond to mine with such perfect abandon, I swear it’s like our souls are having a conversation far more honest than anything words could ever express. That’s why I say sex with you isn’t just lust it’s our language, our fire, our bond, and I never want to stop speaking it with you, again and again, until every part of you knows just how madly, deeply, and passionately I love you.......... The Depth of Her Soul

~ Monsters Lurking