I lay and watch him move across the room and marvel at how his body moves like chocolate silk, fluid, smooth and glistening in the light of night. My eyes travel, watching his back, his form move lazily through the room. So comfortable in his nakedness, so smooth and right in his skin. My loins awaken again as my heart swells and draws upon the pure emotion I feel when I watch him. Seeing his muscles in his back move and ripple, knowing how soft and hard it feels beneath my fingertips.
This moment I remember, remember why I love. How I love. How deeply my feelings run when he is near. How my heart aches when he is simply gone for the day. How my body awakens with his most simplest look.
As he strides across, coming to me, to lay beside me, enveloping me, I remember the comfort that his arms have brought. The tender touch of his hands, the slight kisses upon my lips and I love.

The most simplest thing...love. With him I feel it as I have never before. A love so powerful that there are times when I feel it will drive me mad. With him I feel a passion that has never been there before, one I never knew could exist. Each day that passes brings new trials, but also new reasons to try.

One year ago this weekend, my life completly changed. We began on a path that would bring us together as man and wife. As equals. While there has been pain and sadness at times, there has always been the purest form of love. A bond that I do not think either of us was prepared for. One that makes us stronger together, so that we can conquer anything. With open minds, hearts, and arms no matter what we face in the end we come together.

As I lay within his arms, I remember why I am here. The comfort and strength he gives me. The grounding he provides and I am thankful.

I did not know what would come that weekend a years past. I had no indication that it would be the weekend that I would say yes, that he would come to me and ask me for something I never thought I would want to give...

That weekend we came together broken and torn...we ended together and strong. We have faced many things...things that would test anyones bond and sanity...and in the end we come back together...

Each day I cannot wait to touch him...to feel my hands glide over his body...to taste him and feel him, and most of all to know that I am his...

When he looks at me I know...I feel it...

When he touchs me...my insides melt...heat flows out...

When his lips graze against mine...my heart wells with a longing so tender but yet so powerful its like a hunger...

Steve,
I love you. I am so completely and madingly in love with you. You are my best friend, my soulmate, my lover, and each day I am thankful for you...for everything you have brought into my life...for everything you give of yourself.

I know I do not say it as often as I need to, or express how it feels inside me, but I love you with everything that I am. We all have problems, and sometimes it takes longer to work through them than others, but the common ground is still there. The heat...fire, that is between us comes to life and seals and bonds.

I know there are times that I do not seem as though I appreciate you, but I do. In every breath, everyway...I thank the Gods for the day you came into my life. I am so proud of you, of who you are...of everything. In your arms is where I feel I belong. I know that is so cliche, but it is true. When you wrap me up, and I feel your chest against me, your hands holding me, your face slathered with my hair...I feel a peace that is so strong it envelops me and takes me places I have only dreamed of.

Yours always