My woman,

I like the sound of that.

Knowing there is someone in this wretched world that i can call mine

My woman,

I crave every touch, scent that emanates from her.

Feeling every emotion i never knew i had just from staring at her

My woman

I want to live inside her, snuggling against her warm body and enjoying every second of it

My woman,

Seeing her scrunch her face in disgust at random things, giving me random winks that make my stomach quaver with butterflies

In between comfortable silence, loudest noises of laughter, i will always live for the paradox of life every single time.

Soft skin, soft lips, prettiest eyes, perfectly sculptured body, her face can bring even the most powerful men to their knees.

She has the intelligence the Roman men would have killed themselves over.

She has the dance moves of an uncoordinated white person, which i find funny and cute, reminds me she is afterall human.

I never understand why or how i captured her attention but i thank the lord everyday for this beautiful thing i have.

A feeling this beautiful, how could it be a sin?