Desner Calixte.

To justify the way he touches me, so gentle and sweet, yet the feeling of his hand rubbing against my palm is nothing less than explicit.

The capability to understand the chills he sends down my spine from a simple forehead kiss is merely impossible.

The strong stare into my eyes before he makes love to me is so beautiful, I lie on his chest to hear his heart beat, he fingers my hair, body bare, his love is true... I swear.

I am indescribably in a wonderful love with his heart, his smile and soul, his sense of humor is incredible and bold.

.. The wink and smirk when teasing me, the way He closes his eyes when He kisses my hand and holds it close to his heart, and when I speak, how his lips follow mine and softly part.

I am stupidly addicted to his clean nail bits, crooked smile and perfect hair line, his soft words and kind warmth make me feel wealthy, when I'm without a dime.

To explain all the tiny details of his perfect love he provides me with, there simply isn't enough time.