Saturday, 6 September 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. 


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

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