It’s the smile that grows on my lips when you pull up behind me at the busy traffic lights.
It’s the bubbling butterflies that build when unexpectedly our eyes meet in a bustling shopping centre.
It’s the knowing devilment as naughty suggestions are whispered under breath, for no one else to hear.
It’s the rumble of laughter in my stomach, a sudden joke, as your fingers are deep inside me.
It’s the sadness I feel knowing you are sad too.
It’s the little things, it’s the little things with you.