75 Poems

Seventy-five,

Typed out,

Thought out,

Words that poured out-

Poems,

For you. 

Not including the hand written love letters,

The dozens of pages of journal entries,

The poetry we make when our bodies melt into one another.

Nine months,

Since you found me,

Since our first words exchanged,

Since you intrigued me with your energy-

Six months,

Of truly knowing you,

Of soaking up your energy,

Of falling deeper each day,

Of getting lost in all that is, you.

One hand written book,

Of every poem I've written you,

Writing until my hand cramps up,

But my heart overflows-

My final muse,

The world will know it someday.

Thousands,

Of passionate kisses,

Of moments shared,

Of smiles that graced our lips-

Of memories made,

Both big and small-

Your laughter is infectious, 

Making me spiral on my own-

Your love is:

Gentle,

Sweeter than the most pure honey,

Assertive, 

You make it clear what you want-

Playful,

Hours and hours of getting caught up in our sexual chemistry, exploring realms we haven't ever explored before.

Mindful,

You are constantly making sure I am safe, physically and emotionally 

Charming,

Damn, the way you look at me with those beautiful eyes

Honest,

Our communication is unmatched- something I know we both appreciate immensely 

Magnetic,

We are drawn to one another in a way neither of us can fully put into words. A pull so strong,  that we both acknowledge we have never felt it before- a force we can't deny. So here we are at the start of our journey, ready and eager as we start to dive in.

My love,

I will write you poems until my hands no longer work, if you'll let me.

And then,

I'll use my voice until I can no longer speak,

And I'll say it with my eyes in the moments where my voice escapes me-

I'm in awe with how we've found one another,

And I can't wait to see our future unfold.