Saturday, September 6, 2014

A sappy attempt at a romantic love letter

The way he crinkles his nose when looking at me for no reason. 
The way I can feel the joints of his fingers when holding his hand secretly in a bar underneath a table. 
The way his beard tickles my chin when he kisses me - passionately, fervently, with a burning desire. 
The way he screams out random things when sad, the way he turns his eyes away every three seconds when talking.
The way he lays on me, like a protective wall of warmth, hiding me from my monsters.
The way his dick tastes. 
The warmness when I'm inside him. 
The way he holds me when I'm falling asleep. 

2 comments:

  1. but mostly i hate the way i don't hate you not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

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    1. *Hate That I Love You by Rihanna and some dude plays in the background*

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