Thursday, July 11, 2013

he used to say...

He used to say that he loved to kiss me because my lips were full… luscious… thick
He used to say that there was no one in the world that felt like I did, inside, and well….
He used to say I was deep & soft. Everywhere. Yeah, everywhere… but
He used to say that the lips I spoke with were amazing on their own.
He used to savor the taste of me.

He used to say that staring into my eyes was heaven on earth. That at a mere glance he was hypnotized-lost at sea-in my eyes-lighter than the blue that colors the sky
He used to say that he memorized the curve of my cheeks by watching me sleep under the moon’s pale light

He used to say that having me bare was beautiful. That no material could compare to my skin… that being lost in the soft-ness of me was the only place worth being
He use to say "I love you" "I LOVE YOU" "you’re perfect" "come closer" "you’re mine to hold forever" "no one can love you better"

He used to say that he spent his day thinking of me. All day. Every second.
He used to say I was the most precious gift he had over received, and…
He used to say that he was blessed to know me… beth. Inside and out

He used to say I was the beat in his heart. That without me, he wouldn’t know what he would do-like his heart would actually stop beating or something….
He used to say my laugh made his day.
He used to say
"I love you"

 

he did say those things...