I keep making love to validation,
seeking assurance in every hurried stroke 
Every glint in your eyes providing meaning to construe,
every faint display of affection a riddle to solve
Clothing stripped away like my sense of self preservation 
Your grasping hands a steady affirmation,
your inquisitive tongue a testament to my value
Where else is there to find confirmation than the tenderness of your lips?
Than the fleeting moment between apart and within?
Your self-assured entrance brings vindication from hesitancy, 
a brief reprieve from timid caution
Smooth assertion of my wavering worth