I loved how my name would escape your lips at the peak of release. A gasp wrapped in sound, low and deliberate. 

I loved that. 

I love how you thought I wasn’t enough, incomplete in your existence. A lost thought caught up in the breeze. 

I love that. 

I loved how a weekend rain would draw you to me, devious and playful. A cautious need tip-toeing just beyond the precipice. 

I loved that. 

I love how he symbolizes your future and how thoughts of our past are dipped in passion laced with regret. 

I love that. 

I loved how a well placed tongue would cause your thighs to vibrate and how I had to remind you to breathe.  

I Love How My Sins Could Never Out Run Your Ability To Forgive

I loved that. I know you loved that too.

I <span style=”color:#d7b065″ class=”has-inline-color”>.love</span> how the idea of me runs amuck, just before your hunger breaks. 

I love that. 

I loved how your pain escaped among your tears – freed in my embrace. 

I loved that. 

I love how my sins could never out run your ability to forgive.

God help me, l love that. 

I loved how you loved me, when it made sense. A riddle tucked away for today, but only realized tomorrow.

I loved that. Fuck, I still love that. 

I love how when the end came you asked for understanding and I gave it freely because your desire was to be free of me.

I love that.

I loved how sweet you tasted but hated the bitterness it left. 

I loved that. 

In truth I loved it all but love is all that remains.

Yeah, I love that too

MH ~