Am I in love?

I am in love with the sunrise.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee.
Of old and new books. Of scented candles.
I am in love with beaches and sunsets.

I am in love with the sound of the waves.
The smell of your breath.
The feel of your breath.
I am in love with slow dances.

I am in love with watching the stars at night.
Of our awkward silences.
And palpable sexual tensions.
I am in love with our secret language.

I am in love with your eyes that speak of love, lust, and longing.
Of black and white photographs that give such deep meaning.

I am in love with the wind hitting my face gently.
Your hands running through my hair.
Your fingertips against my lips.

I am in love with your lazy bedroom voice.
Your hands gripping mine tightly.
I am in love with random and meaningful conversations,
and Sunday dates under the sheets.

I am in love with the naked body.
The naked soul.
I am in love with the way you look at me.
and with how you make me feel.



YES. I am in love.
But I am mostly in love with me.