The expressions on my lover's face are the embodiment of my own feelings. To see the what I feel reciprocated through sparkling eyes, the softening of the mouth. To not hear sweet nothings can be the most wonderful thing. To see on his face how much he wants me, means more than any words can express.
In the dark, I can't see his eyes. The darkness covers expressions. Like a blanket surrounding just the two of us, it encompasses passion, lust, fire. The darkness is the sequestering bond of my heart and his, leaving just the sense of touch, revelling in the movement of bodies. My lover's touch leaves my skin burning, tingling. A lasting effect long after his touch has moved on. It's in the dark that I know his thoughts are only of me. The dark channels our passion and brings it to a fiery climax. In the dark, my lover's arms become the pillar of strength needed to face anything. With the darkness, comes gentle breathing.
In the dark, I can feel the softening of his mouth. In the dark, I know his eyes sparkle with my love. In the dark, there are no sweet nothings whispered.
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