Love to me is when we both cuddle in one blanket during rainy days, yearning for each other's warmth embrace, waiting too much for the aroma of sentimentality to explode.

Love to me is when my perfume wraps you around, my hands fixe on your waist, my eyes stuck on yours in search for the burning desire, holding you tight in fear of losing you, then we turn into million euphorias.

Love to me is when I pull you close and closer to my chest, your head slightly bent on my chest, listening to the trillion words spoken by my heart, you raise your head to look me in the eyes with eagerness and expectation, hoping to find hope in my arms, then with a resonating smile, I let loose a kiss on your neck.
To assure you, I hold your face in my hands, Staring constantly into your eyes, your knees sweep under you, I drop a kiss on your strawberry lips.
Love to me is when I draw you to face me, using a great force then you gasp, you moan a little as if feeling me, I slowly part your hairline that seems to recede on your forehead. I pass my fingers through your hair, urging to want me more. I dash my index finger on the back of your neck, tilting and panning gently like there's no death.
Hungry for you, you try pulling yourself away, then I draw you closer, feeling my nose touching yours.

Love to me is when we stand in the rain, fenced by darkness and silence, swimming in your fragrance that is drenched in your blouse, showing your shapely legs, making your figure more prominent and seductive. Standing in the waters from the rain, freezing hot in my arms, I touch you boobs, startled by our own emotions, we close eyes over non-stop kiss, and our lips intertwined, your tongue touching mine.

Love to me is when we sit on the sand of a beach, utterly swallowed by darkness, viewing the sea from a close range, counting the stars in the sky, injected by the feelings of watching the ships at sea, speaking of the past then of the future, with your head on my lap, holding hands in warmness and sensuality. Then we muse, then blurt, then I roll my hands over your earlids, scrolling down on your thighs, searching for something we both want.