The gentle plains and angles of his body, In agony and stress, For he bore the weight of the world. The world which lay below him.
As he lay on top of her, with his body touching hers and his hands holding her back, engulfed into each other, her hands holding the back of his body tightly and mourning in the pain and pleasure of togetherness and that unique feeling of love.
Of the touch of his lips on her neck and his breath felt by the cells on her face. The feeling of being one, of being together and surreal. Of knowing what ‘love’ means, Of knowing what ‘love’ is.
His angular body meeting her curvy features, that bliss and glory of perfection and complimentary sensuality. The feeling of being loved, the feeling of knowing someone is there for you. The feeling of life.
Of bonding in a way no one else has the right to.
Of loving the other to an extent that cannot be expressed by words.
Of loving completely and perfectly.
Love is a feeling hard to describe, though being as addictive as a drug addiction may be, its one of the necessities of human life.
“The feeling of being love and the feeling of loving someone” is something that can’t be expressed or compared.
It is an eternal feeling..
I Know The Truth.. 