How lucky he is

How lucky he is

How lucky he is.. I wonder does he even know. To wake up beside you, to make you heart race as he pumps slow. To feel your warmth as your bodies collide. Kissing your neck as he slides inside. To know that your waiting everyday when he comes home, hoping for the moment he DM you on your phone. Knowing other niggas want you but all you want is him. And the chance of you stepping out your situation on him is slim. I wonder does he even know when he's gone how you shuffle through your phone. Watching old videos of him Making You Moan. I Wonder does he notices, the way you stare when he eats, the butterflys you get when ever your eyes meet. Does he take it for granted that you will always be there? And no matter what he does, if it didn't embarrass/hurt you, that you wouldn't ever care. How lucky he is to be the one who makes you sigh, holding you close as he explores between your thighs. Does he notices the little things? like you love when he put his arm around your waist. Or the cute little thing he does and he began to make that face. Only if he knew the way you felt after the first time you made love. How he made feel, as if he was sent from heaven above. How you longged for the next time, and the time after that. How lucky he is... I wonder does he even know?