Not the same

I love the way your fingers trace my curves,

or the way that your lips meet mine.

I love the way you pull me close,

 the way you moan in your sleep,

I love the way you fidget at night.

and the way you take up the bed.

I love the way you take the piss,

just the way you laugh at me.

I love the way you talk to me.

the way we are together,

I love the way that I love you.

I love that you love me to.

Even if it’s not quite the same.

- Pippa McDonald