What is Romance?

What is Romance?

Romance is tearing the petals from flowers
and melting down boxes of chocolates.

Romance is lying naked beside You,
smothered in melted chocolate.

While You lay sleeping,
smothered in petals.

Romance is using the petals
to gently tickle Yours.

To tickle You awake.

Gently stroking the velvet texture
against Your velvet texture.

Melting more.

Romance is seeing the look in Your eyes
when they finally open
in a flutter of petals
and sultry moistness,
and realise I know what romance is.

Romance is watching You.

Romance is watching You
make Yourself orgasm
without touching Yourself.

Romance is watching You
make Yourself orgasm again
touching Yourself.

Romance is watching You
melt.

While I melt.

Romance is thinking of You
always and at all times.

Romance is thinking of You
everywhere
because everything
everywhere
reminds me of You.

Romance is telling You so.

Romance is writing to You
to tell You so.

Romance is the pain of waiting
for Your response.

Romance is knowing You.

Romance is knowing You
are the best present
any man could ever wish for.

Romance is knowing You
like giving presents.

Romance is melting
at the sight of You naked.

Romance is melting
at the sight of You clothed.

Romance is knowing
I will never see
nor desire to see
a more beautiful sight
clothed or naked.

Romance is whispering Your name
through the rose petals
caught in Your ear.

While You are on all fours
and I am fucking You brutally
from behind.

Romance is knowing You like
brutal sex often, and sometimes
You think romance sucks.

Romance is knowing You
often think romance involves sucking.

Romance is knowing You
are the best fuck in the world.

Romance is knowing You
are the only fuck I even need.

Romance is knowing You
and no-one else
in the way I know You.

Intimately.

Every single hair of Yours.

Every freckle.

Romance is telling You so.

In Your ear.

Romance is hearing You.

Romance is hearing Your voice.

Romance is hearing Your voice
in my ear
as You come …

Moans, whispers, laughs, SCREAMS!

Romance is a feeling.

Romance is feeling You.
You feeling me.
That type of feeling.

Romance is waiting for You
to get greedy.

Greedy enough for me.

Romance is patient.

Romance is waiting for You.

Romance is the patience
of waiting for You
to finish ten orgasms.

Romance is pleasure.

Romance is the pleasure of
finally watching You
eat chocolate.

Romance is watching You
eat chocolate
in a variety of ways.

Romance is knowing You
like chocolate inside of You
not just on me.

Romance is knowing You
love chocolate and flowers.

Romance is knowing real women
love chocolate and flowers
as much as real men do.