How I Make Love

I make love to her with my hands

my lips, my tongue, my thighs

my teeth and my cock

I make love to her when I kiss her softly

or more urgently

I make love to her when I hold her hand

or run my fingers up her thigh

I make love to her when I look into her eyes

and listen to her stories

I make love to her when I put my arm around her

and walk down the sidewalk

I make love to her by resting my head on her shoulder

or cradling her against mine

I make love to her by writing letters

with stamps and doodles and hearts

I make love to her through song dedications

and compilation CDs

I make love to her by saying thank you

to the stars, before I fall asleep at night

I make love to her by saying good morning

every morning, no matter how good

or bad it is

I make love to her with my intention

by being myself, by loving fully

I make love to her by loving all of her

by holding out my hand, in dark moments

and light

I make love to her with every thought

in every moment

of every day