Tell me. When did you become so important to me?
When did mine become ours and alone time, us time?
When did your smell become so familiar to me or your touch become so necessary to me?
When did your smile become so treasured to me or hearing you laugh like a prize to me?
How did I sleep before when I wasn’t tangled with you and my lips pressed up against your neck, breathing you in? Skin on top of skin.
How did I enjoy the journey before when I wasn’t holding your hand with your other on the steering wheel whilst we listen to the music we love in perfect silence?
When did I start waking up to the thought of you and wondering if you slept well? Or if you woke up thinking about me?
When did seeing you become like a drug to me and leaving you so hard for me?
That look. That look you have on your face? It undoes me.
Scatters me and before I have time to bend down and gather myself, you kiss me. So soft and tender like a gentle breeze on a hot day, it caresses me.
And then you touch me. Your rough palms graze the side of my face and I feel my cheek grow warm and my insides melt and I squirm underneath your feel because you unnerve me. Looking at me and kissing me like you own me, I belong to you. You possess me.
And even on the days when you don’t look at me so intensely, kiss me so passionately or touch me so tenderly I am still enamoured beyond belief. You mesmerise me.