You've whispered countless and countless times into my ear to the point where my hair stands up and I feel this tingle coursing through my body. I grasp your hand and press it against my bare skin, you're warmth and I reached to touch your growth. Humming into your lips the pleasure of your hand and your growth within my hand. You respond by bringing me closer and whisper against my lips, "I love you," I respond by rubbing myself closer to you and everything melting away. You are my warmth my, the only warmth I ever need.