He whispers in my ears the most beautiful things; but I know as soon as we part, I am out of sight, out of mind.
I can feel him graze my face with a gentle hand and even at the lightest kiss I wonder how many others he gives butterflies to.
He tells me what this is when he whispers love in my mouth and my hands are gripping his back. He tells me “I love you” but only for right now.
Words like a gentleman that keeps me holding on for the proof I could stay with.
But the proof never comes no matter how long I linger – I wonder, is he just as curious as I to know how long I will stay?