her deep brown eyes the sweet suckle of honey upon the taste buds of my heart. longing for yet another taste of her warmth. as the week crawls on singing the symphony of sorrow from the cello of an empty bed, i wonder on about ware her sweet eyes rest. imagining my arm draped across her body pulling her close to me, like the last piece to a puzzle, the shear pleasure of feeling complete. if only for a moment the comforting smell of her goddess like curls could fill my senses. every night before i sleep i pray for her peace and success and hope that i may wake in a dream that could only minutely compare to her beauty.

she is like an exotic bird that must be free to fly
a lion i wish to never tame
a passionate lover whose erotic play could fall nothing short of volcanic eruption

the glimmer of her silver jewelry could never compare to the light of her spirit
the touch of her lips a refreshing oasis in the desert of solitude

its as if my heart is the string threaded within the needle of my attraction
as if three words could pull everything together and keep the taunting stress far enough away to enjoy the company

its more then three words its honesty

I Love You