'In' Love

You ask me what love is:
It was the way her lips came down on mine, so fine, a ray of gentle sunshine.
A taste and a feeling so natural to me, I’d felt this kiss more than once, you see.
Take a seat upon my bed, for it has been untouched, for quite the past few months.
My lover, my sexy lover, had not kissed my lips for so long. My heart is so empty,
It yearns for her song.
Lie down; rest your head, more passion than has been said,
Has torn through my linen sheets, created not one, but a million pleats.
Left behind a thousand impressions, noises, affirmative sounds—
We’d yell in pleasure like fearful hounds.
Blood would be drawn, way past the light of dawn, but not before morn.
We would be very careful not to bite too hard, careful to scratch the right places.
To induce the love-making sounds we both enjoyed the taste of.
As much as we adored the taste of each other.
Why we did not need a serenading orchestra,
The energy transpiring between us was the best love song of all.
The scent you can smell within the covers,
Is the scent of an unwashed and dirty, sexy love, for I have never washed these sheets.
For as long as my heart beats.
I love my partner, and the disastrous look upon your face,
Because you know what is to be ‘in’ love.
These sheets you sit upon, the creases that cover the surface,
And the dents into the duvet, the smell of eternal pleasure that fills the air.
You asked me what love is, you are sitting but in the midst of it.