Cupid’s Cross

I love you because when I see you, my heart stretches to its limit and I almost forget to breathe.

They say that is what lust is.

I love you because of your pale white skin and slender nose and perfect brown eyes.

They say that is what beauty is.

I love you because of the way you walk; almost as if your feet are too shy to touch the ground.

They say that is what being royalty is.

I love you because you are tall as a redwood and I always have to crane my neck to meet your ocean-blue eyes; those few, happy times you are gracious enough to allow me invade your presence.

They say that is what being above ordinary men is.

I love you because of your muscled build and full lips.

That is why they call you Thor. They say you are the most virile of men.

I love you because when I close my eyes, I see us. Naked. Huffing and puffing. Our lovemaking like a well synchronised opera.

They say that means my happiness lies with you.

I love that with you, I am guaranteed a lifetime of desire.

I love you, married man of my dreams.