What is Love?

I often wonder to myself.

Is it the long passionate kisses,

or, the soft kisses for no reason?

Is it her gaze, when she admires my curves,

or, when she looks deep in my eyes?

Is it the loud moans that echos through the night,

or, the late night talks?

Is it her voice, when she screams my name at the epoch of her orgasm,

or, when she whispers sweet nothings in my ear, while falling asleep?

Is it the nights of endless of fucking,

or, the days spent cuddling?

Is it the hot steamy nights,

or, the rhythmic movements of dancing to salsa?

Is it the love bites she leaves on my body,

or, the way she applies lipstick to my lips?

The more I think about it,

the more I realize, that,

love is a heady mix of,

lust with care,

passion with warmth,

and, love with lots and lots of naughtiness.