I want to show you what love is.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
I want to show you what love is.
He stared at her spilling heaven into her heart and soul, drowned in bliss, in perfection.
Fall in love with wine so good, a bed so soft, and a kiss under mistletoe.
I am helpless with lips grazing my skin, fingers around my ear, and my every hair standing on end.
He was so beautiful, the feeling of having come home grew and past rejection did abate.
She couldn't think of anyone else, he was the best thing that had happened to her heart.
The way he was looking at her, my God, she was overwhelmed with all these emotions.
In love, cooks overdo the salt.
He had awakened a slumber in me, with lips to kiss so slowly, slowly, slowly.
Utterly lost in our intimacy, I did not want to break the spell.