mi amor

“I'm not about to have sex with you like a teenager searching for an easy fix or a pussy deprived man. I'm about to make love to you because I've wanted for the day that i would hold you in my arms and now it's happening, I'm going to savour it."

I relaxed and let him.

He saw the relent in me and kissed me softly, as if he knows I'll never break but he wants to care for me anyway. Tears stinged my eyes and stained my cheeks.

“I love you." He whispered, brushing my tears away.

My words choked in my throat, I wondered if he had stopped loving me one time.

I wondered if he didn't even care to find me or if he had given up, now I'm happy to laugh in the face of the insecurity because I know none if is true. This man would love me to the grave, chase my soul with a shackle chain around both of our necks in the afterlife, find me in the next life and still keeping loving me then...rinse and repeat, till infinity. Until whenever consciousness decides to take a halt.

He pulled off his belt an