No Cliche

It is nothing but truth. It is my reality, my life, my reason. He is the reason I open my eyes when my windows shine, he is my sun.

My hand interlocks with his, warm and rough. He lifts them, I feel his fiery breath, his delicate silken lips on my fingers. He lets go, I ache. His touch is what reminds me to breathe. He reaches up and caresses my cheek, sending air into my lungs. He looks into my eyes, I look back into his. Smokey blue, a hint of grey, he stares intently. I glance behind his alluring eyes, I see him. I do not see an appearance, or a body. I see a spirit. A soul. Oranges and yellows, love and passion. He is electric, I feel his energy. I am surrounded by his aura. I sit closer to him, and straddling around his bold figure. My chest against his, he wraps his strong arms around me, I wrap my legs around him. I could not feel safer. I place my soft palms on his waist, under his shirt, feeling his touch. I let my heart soar free with his. I take in every moment in his presence. His arms pull me in tighter, my body trembles, sending shivers down my spine, tummy fluttering. I rest my head on his broad shoulder, a hot tear rolls down my face. I squeeze my eyes shut, my heart bursts, forgetting to breathe. I let out relief, hugging him tightly, wiping my tears on his shirt, I kiss his neck. My lips freeze there, sparks fly, the world stops spinning for us, so we can be like this, together, forever. I kiss his neck once more, slowly, heart pounding. My hands still on his waist, I stroke the golden skin of his back. I ruffle my nose in his sandy amber hair. Feathery and smooth, I take a breath in to smell it, his skin, his being. His essence I cherish, my favorite smell in the world, like nothing I could begin to describe. He rubs my back and fragilely nudges his head into mine, I feel the burn of his cheek against mine. He kisses my chin, my stomach is falling. My chest aches. He moves upward, I feel his breath in my mouth. I tilt my head, our lips moments away, I begin to feel him even before we touch, the ever so soft brushing of his energy surrounding him. We finally meet, I am out of my body. I feel nothing but his lips, I taste nothing but his tongue. I run my hands through his hair, and I begin to softly cry again, as we keep kissing. We are electric. Lost in the moment, we are flying somewhere, together, far away.

What they say is not a myth, it is not cliche, it is nothing but truth. It is my reality, my life, my reason. He is the reason I open my eyes when light through my windows shine, he is my sun. Together we burn hotter than a thousand. I do not wish to sleep, my reality is better than my dreams, I never want to waste a moment in his presence. I would climb mountains, swim oceans, and take my last breath for him. My love for you will last more than our lifetime.

Author's Note

A quick short I wrote today, I would love to here your honest thoughts. will return the favor :) criticism taken!

Thanks For the Feedback---
Lydia for the spelling check :) I edited a lot of grammar and changed wording too.

Reviews

[Lydia]

Aw super cute :) really heartfelt and honest, with great description, and pretty well written to boot. Only thing I would change is a few spelling errors: firy should fiery, and moutons should be mountains. Great job, I really liked it :) Young love is the best kind ;)

[D.L. Holmes]

very sweet and endearing.

[Liza]

what a ride, you did a wonderful job in describing a full spectrum of emotions, painting pictures of what your love looks like and the excitement you feel

[.SaveSydney!.]

Wow. :D
This is amazing, and that's just about all I can say.
It's like.. I could feel everything, see everything..great job. :)