Beautiful

He reads me as if i am a beautiful poem . We lie under the white blank sheets spread like the first summer rain . His tongue moves over my lips as if he is the ink and i am the paper to be blotted . With each nice curve his tongue writes over my naked paper like body , spread out , to embrace his words , his emotions , for the sake of his and mine - Our love . I gently giggle and breathe under his ear lobe ( My breath equaling his hearbeat ) and he groans and takes me under him , we stumble in the blank sheets . Falling deeper in love . Him moving inside me deeper in love . And we finally both  entangle our hands together , knurling deeper as we both lie in the embrace of something higher than love .