desired

does he make me feel loved?
love?
he makes me feel desired.
Tangled in my hair,
resting on my shoulders,
circling my waist and stomach,
on my leg,
on my knee,
he makes sure his hands never left my body.
when i stir
he stirs with me
just to make sure
whatever position i decide to sleep in,
i am always enveloped in his arms.
how can i complain
about my imperfections,
when he has kissed
every inch of my me.
traced cities,
written words,
on my skin
with his fingers
and tongue.
i am desired
in the way that
i will always want.