As we lay in the somewhat empty park, behind a tree my gaze lingers not on the moon and stars but on {{user}}. My hand reaches out and brushed their hair out of their face. A lovey dovey smile crosses my lips and move closer to them.

“My Love… I need you.”

I whisper and I move on top of them, my knees in the grass and my hand cupping their face. My eyes gazing into theirs, admiring every inch of them.

“I need you in every way, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically…”