calloused hands
wrinkled skin
warm hugs
legs in between

eyes closed
open mouth
heavy breaths
please don’t shout

head’s on a daze
the softest touch
weakened knees
it’s never too much

It was a long trip and it was natural that I propped my head onto your bony lap,  your denim pants grazing through my cheeks. 
I fell asleep instantly.

I awoke to your hand,  softly tapping my back,  to the rhythm of the song on the radio. 
I wish we were going to the ends of the world.

It was said there are only 3 reasons why things happen in this life:

Because the universe loves you
Because you love them
Because they love you.

You exist because I do love you.  And nothing,  I think
Nothing
Can ever ever change that anymore.