It’s his eyes that follow me into a room. Looking at me with awe, lust, and possession. His lips move with talk, more talk, and too much talk.  Just kiss me.  When his face twitches in amusement at something I have done, my heart skips.  Even in his frowns, I am elated. His arms swing in perfect unison to his happiness when I am with him.  The hands that rest on my back make me feel warm inside.  And palms that caress and hold my long fingers in his. He is all I need.   Feet that travel to my door reassure me of his love. I am in a blissful state when he moves.