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.
