A Lovely Thing

The first time
you ever kissed me,
I knew it was going to happen
but it was still a little surprise.
You know how much I like chocolatey surprises,
lovely things,
little love bites under the warmth of your blanket
that smelled like the way you do
after a long hot shower
in the sun.
I remember the way you looked at me
right before you went for it,
and I remember really liking it
and wanting more.
I couldn't stop smiling after,
not for a few days at least.
How long has it been since that first time
I tasted you?
(Well technically the second but who's counting.)
Yet still every time I lean you up against your door
as you go to face another day in the snow,
a little surprise comes crashing down
in my heart,
another lovely thing,
and the way you look at me in the darkness
is the way you looked at me before,
(the very first time and the second)
and I hope it is
the way you will look at me
forevermore.