If I close my eyes, I can feel his skin beneath my fingers. His soft but tough skin that makes me want to sigh. I can even feel his fingers touching my skin. My cheek, my lips, my hips … its making my heart beat and my face flush, and his not even here. Whenever he touches me I can see the look in his eyes that tells me I’m beautiful. It’s the same when he sees me after time apart. His eyes light up and I’m absorbed in them. I can see what his thinking, and it tells me I’m beautiful. A smile that no-one else can see plays about his mouth when he looks at me. That smile is just for me. It tells me I’m beautiful. If I ignore the world I can hear his words whispering in my ear to tell me those small things that only lovers can know and they tell that I’m beautiful.

I open my eyes and the door in front of me. There he is, turning to look at me and he says:

“You’re beautiful.”