what I know

I know she drives a red car

and her nails are short, but

sexy short, and left unpainted

I know we fell in love before we

ever met... and walking up to her

and hugging her for the first time

was a life-changing moment

I know when she laughs

her whole face laughs and

it can be heard in her eyes

I know her hand fits into mine

perfectly... and holding hers

feels like a different forever

I know when I look at her I

sink into another soul, I surge

with new love, more love,

stronger love

I know her body is immaculate

and she doubts it, but it is! and

I have unfamiliar desires to

touch it, taste it and pleasure it

I know that to kiss her is like 

making love mouth to mouth,

complete oral intercourse... a 

breathless blissful euphoria

I know that holding her is to

never want to let her go... but

when I have to, it feels like half

of my heart rips away

I know that to miss her is to

endure an aching suffering,

one that I must adapt to for now,

one that I never want to get used to

and I know that I love her, I know

this because every thought of her

is synonymous with love, every cell

in my body knows her, and I can't

imagine the rest of my life without 

her