This could be love...

As I lay next to you and
my fingers dance along your smooth pale skin
I waiver between further exploration
or basking in our euphoria
I love how you feel next to me
and I memorize your breathing
as you start to relax
I like when your hair falls over your eyes
and how close your face is to mine
I want to run away from the stigma of our sins
The stigma of our rings
This could be love...