November in my life

Last November I married the man I love.
The one who gives me his music every day.
The one who thanks my hands on his body.
The one who makes me cry.
The one who makes me smile with tenderness.
The one I have the necessity to protect.
The one with whom I laugh.
The one who covers my body with kisses.
The one I spy when he sleeps.
The one with beautiful eyes.
The one I want to fuck with.
The one I want to fuck.
The one I long to make love with.
The one I admire.
The one I trust.
The one who is passionate and naïve.
The one who arouses me.
The one with lovely feet and big hands.
The angel face.
The devil.
My friend.
My accomplice.
My lover.
My love.