Love isn’t in her lips.
Its not in her breast,
Or in her behind
Those are supplementaries.
Love isn’t in between her legs
You wont find anything there.
Just pleasure.
It isn’t forcing her,
Neither is it obligating her to do something she isn’t comfortable with.
Thats lust.
Rape.
Torture.
Love is in her smiling
Its in her laughter,
In the inspiration.
It’s when she feels fearless,
Safe.
Its when she is free filled with happiness & enjoyment.
Love happens when it is caused by you.
When you see her soul,
not her body.
