***

It’s not always has to be a words...

You’ve warmed up my side of  bed
With your body.
You were talking about making breakfast
With mimosas.
You were touching my shoulder
 with your lips,
And thousands of butterflies were awakening
 in my stomach,
And turning into messengers
 of love.

I don’t think about past when I am with you,
Or future.
All I do - just living in the present,
and savoring the moment.

And savoring the moment...