I love you like summer rain:
Pelting my skin to offend its luster, soaking up the moisture from my hair in protest of its shine, dancing droplets running down my bosom collecting wildly into my bellybutton.
I love you like fall breezes:
Tickling the back of my freshly shaved head, whispering secrets I know I shouldn't hear but the way it sings on my lobes and trigeminal nerves stretches a smile underneath dry lips.
I love you like early morning kisses:
Stolen from dreams, awakened long forgotten passion and desires unclaimed, Stifling pleasures, escaping little deaths repeatedly only to arrive at your breath between my anatomy.
I love you like I love you:
When no one is looking, when we two are present, when words aren't good enough, when time doesn't just stand still- it takes vacations, when my heart skips beats for your breath caught in your throat just before your body gives way to my charming advances, asking ...if not begging for one more taste of your growling approval then devour what's yours and share nothing. I...am....yours.