This is me spinning in circles with the taste of your lips lingering on my skin. This is me smiling with my eyes as your sugar spun words roll off your tongue (and I'm blushing). My blood rushing, gushing through my veins. It's day meeting night, it's one hundred and sixty ways that you occupy my mind. It's your hands drawing maps along the curve of my spine, igniting a feverish fire in my soul. I memorise your eyes that follow me into starlit nights. I feel your grip on my wrist as I savour all your secrets. Your fingers drawing constellations on my hips as I'm tangled in you, burying my heart into your chest. I love you, M.