I cry but he makes me feel secure with my tears. His kisses make my pain seem like happiness, soothing my soul and easing my fears. With him, I am content being the woman I am because he understands that it is far more than my physical that connects our souls. We are no longer two separate intities but one because our spirits agree on love. Everyday I see a piece of God in him, through his words, expressions and essence. Love is life and he has been my living lesson. I'm fully aware of his message and all that he teaches. Proverbs of truth he offers to my mind and heart. While making love to my mental is essential, pleasing my body is supplemental. Yet he finds a way to coincide the two and gives me the right amount of knowledge with pleasure and pain. Enough to sustain the right amount of ecstasy and stimulation to my brain.