He didn’t hold me from behind 

Or laid kisses on my spine

Neither was it a tug

Stripped on the rug

It wasnt a warm fireplace

Nor before it did passion race
It was the hidden sign

Of shy lust and tipsy wine

It was wicked candlelit stars

And confessions of favourite movies and chocolate bars

It was glittering eyes and runny noses

A love for lilies and not roses
Tween crackling conversations And burning want

Holding onto slipping reservations and cosy qualms

I thought i did

I found my missing piece  that someone  once hid