My desire for you is stronger than I ever imagined.
You are my equal.
My mirror.
My everything.
I still can't believe I found someone like you.
I want you to feel my bare skin pressed to yours
to touch your chest,
kiss your beautiful lips, your neck,
your back, your cheeks,
whisper against your ears.
To look into your big, lust-filled eyes
and take my time discovering every part of you.
My fingers tracing you,
inside you,
teasing until your body begs for more.
Your moans, your breathless voice calling my name
this is what I dream of.
And once I start, I know I won't stop.
You are my match, my darling.
We swim in different rivers,
but we meet in the middle
opposites becoming one.
You bring out my seven deadly sins.
Yes, you awaken the devil in me:
Lust—my desire for your body, uncontrollable and raw.
Gluttony—to taste you endlessly, to consume every inch, without pause.
Greed—to keep you only for myself, never shared.
Sloth—my refusal to move on, to seek anyone else.
Wrath—the fury I feel at anyone who'd dare hurt you.
Envy—at the thought of you loving someone else.
Pride—in knowing what we have, and how I make you feel.
But you—somehow—also bring out my virtues.
Chastity—because no one else tempts me but you.
Temperance—you calm my storms.
Charity—I give you all of me, without limit.
Diligence—you make me want to try, to be better.
Patience—for your flaws, your fears, your silences.
Kindness—you soften my edges.
Humility—you remind me love is not about control, but surrender.
You are my angel,
my salvation,
my reflection.
You make me better.
You make me burn.
You make me feel.
And I still can't find another soul who touches me the way you do.