روايات وقصص ضمن Deep In Love Poems For Him

Here I am again being so possessive of him. "Baby, look at me," he softly whispered. My insides churned with his voice. "You're the only one for me, no one else." He said seriously. "You won't be bothered by anyone else anymore, I promise." His deep gazes met mine and I couldn't contain them anymore. I am so in love with this man. That was all I could think of while staring into his eyes. I always thought I couldn't handle him, that he was dangerous for me. It's because I didn't know I would fall this deep. And every day I continue to love him deeper to the point that I couldn't imagine my life anymore without him.

Even if he does, he doesn't display it openly, except for the occasional witty remarks he playfully tosses my way, although those don't weigh much in my assessment. Without hesitation, I lean in for a kiss, one that he eagerly reciprocates. The electrifying sensation that courses through me each time our lips meet is something I can't help but savor once more. I could lose myself in his touch every day for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn't suffice to convey the depth of my feelings for him, the magnitude of my love. Because I genuinely love him, deeply. I loved him yesterday. I love him today. I'll love him tomorrow and perhaps every day thereafter. I sincerely, profoundly, love him

I hate him and I love him. "I'm not here for us, for you and me," his deep voice says. "I'm here for you. Only you. I couldn't let you think you were alone.Not right now. You don't have to say a single word to me or even look my way, but just know I'm here."

“Not the love version we display on the the internet, to be shown to the world. It is the quiet parts, that has only you and me in it. Not the unsure part, that leaves one with many sleepless nights." I held his beard, romancing it before finally cupping his face. He is the most handsome man I have ever come across with. And each time I look at him, I'm always seeing more reasons to continue loving him. “And I love this version of you, the part that never fails to include me in all you do, that doesn't need me to lose for you to win." Well, we ended up in making love, right under the stars. It was very slow, deeply rooted in our soul, completely giving our all.

His fingers traced every inch of my skin like he was memorizing me. “I love you,” he whispered as he kissed my neck. “I love waking up next to you. I love coming home to your paint smell. I love how you fight me and then forgive me.” I smiled against his lips. “I love how you’re trying. How you finished my painting. How you chased me even when I ran.” He lifted me onto the bed and covered my body with his. This time when we made love, it was different. Deeper. Slower. Every touch felt like a promise.

He remained above me, just staring deeply into my eyes. Love and warmth radiated from him and only a blind man would miss it. "I love you so fucking much" he whispered against my lips. He loved me. I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing this from him. "I love you too" I whispered, eyes full of tears as he claimed my lips in a deep kiss. Our mouths moved slowly against each other and his fingers touched every bit of my exposed skin. Sparks erupted from everywhere he touched.

“More than anything. I’m yours. Forever.” With a soft, deep groan he pushed as deep as he could and let go, spilling hot and thick and endless deep inside me, filling me completely, pouring every bit of his love and his pleasure right where it belonged. He stayed buried deep, holding me tight, grinding slow to make sure every drop stayed inside me, warm and safe and ours.

He leaned forward; his hands clasped tightly to her while he suddenly began to recite some lines of a poem. “I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body” Emelda was blushing, smiling, and throwing herself to and fro. “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me. I will definitely bring you a whole person and you will bring me a whole person too and we will have us twice as much love and everything” he kissed her twice and said “Clasp me close in your warm young arms, while the pale stars shine above, and we’ll live our whole young lives awa

I want it deeper! I suppressed every moan I longed to release. He continued rocking me faster and deeper until I felt a warm liquid fill my core. I gasped as he slowly descended upon me and claimed my lips. His advances didn't end there. He caressed my forehead and planted kisses on a path down to my lips once more. "I love you, Celeste... I will keep loving you for the rest of my life," he sighed deeply, still atop me, remaining within. I wondered if he would ever leave me there.

God, I did. His rhythm was steady, unhurried. He made love to me like he had all the time in the world. His forehead pressed against mine, his hand gripping mine beside my head. Every thrust pushed me closer to him. Every breath shared between us felt like a vow. “I love you,” I whispered before I could stop myself. His movements faltered for just a second, but only for a second. Then his lips were back on mine, deeper than before, like he needed to kiss the words from my mouth and bury them in his chest where he could keep them.