I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via ohfairies)