It is in these small moments I love the most
When lips forget to leave your skin
And insists on the voyage of discovering every corner
When bodies remain clothed and us naked
When lungs inspire each other discarding everything foreign to us
How in the inch between me and myself there is you and completeness feels whole
When hair loves to mess up and fingers love to get tangled in them
When the world no longer matters and a single shared pillow feels like eternity
When you are so raw and dripping with emotions that loving you seems to be the only salvation
And making love feels holy
That is when I love you the most
When lips forget to leave your skin
And insists on the voyage of discovering every corner
When bodies remain clothed and us naked
When lungs inspire each other discarding everything foreign to us
How in the inch between me and myself there is you and completeness feels whole
When hair loves to mess up and fingers love to get tangled in them
When the world no longer matters and a single shared pillow feels like eternity
When you are so raw and dripping with emotions that loving you seems to be the only salvation
And making love feels holy
That is when I love you the most
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