Tugging me gently

Babygirl.

I don't know why you are the way you are. I don't know why you say the things that you say. Spinning whole galaxies into being with nothing but that beautiful, secret mind of yours, whispering them through those sweet, perfectly kissable lips…

But you know what?

It's too late for me.

Just as you said.

I'm engulfed. Enthralled.
Fully under your charm.

And I couldn't be happier about it.

But, c'mon babe. Credit where credit is due.
I've been tugging at you just as you've been tugging on me.

Oh, and sure. I see how it is.
You aren't gonna say it. Not like that. Not those exact words.

Well, that's alright.

I'll get it out of you.

Maybe after the Nth time I've shown you what being loved by me feels like.

Breathless.

Your body still quivering, the ache for more just starting to settle in.

As I'm holding you tight.
As your breath slowly settles.
As my fingers comb out your hair.
As I gaze into your eyes and my thumb traces a line down your cheek.
As I lean in and surprise you with a kiss to the tip of your nose, instead of your lips.
As I wrap my arms around you and you rest your head on my shoulder.

You will say them.

And until then?
Well.

I already know it's true.

Because I made it so.

Yours.