The definition could never be defined.
Yet it is defined in his light brown eyes.
His dark skin.
His hairy legs.
How he likes to sleep up under me in bed.
The definition could never be defined.
Yet it is defined by my smile.
My hips.
My lips.
Thin on the top, juicy on the bottom.
How I like to wear his t-shirts when he’s not around.
Love can be found.
It never left my side.
Although I pushed it aside.
It returned, and he has earned.
Every right to be my man.
Every right to that home cooked meal.
Chicken brocoli and mashed potatoes.
Him. Me. Us. We are love.
To being little kids in the grocery store fighting over cap ‘n’ crunch.
To being grown ups paying the electricity bill.
Love.
Now you tell me what it is…
15th May, Tuesday (12:56am) Reblog ↬
