The best physical parts about a relationship.
I like your eyes, filled with depth and color and life. You have these eyes that shine through the dark. I could gaze into them for days at a time, reading your thoughts and listening to the words you never say aloud. I could get lost in your eyes. They're so deep and filled with color, how could I not?
I like the way you smile at me, like you're laughing and smiling from the deepest, most true place in your body. Like your heart is laughing too. I like that it goes with you everywhere, that smile. It keeps me sane, and keeps me happy. It makes me happy to know you're happy. It's infectious.
I like how when you get cold your cheeks turn a cute spotty red. You can see the blood filling the spaces on your face where the cold has kissed you, and I would like to do the same. It makes it all real, knowing you get cold, knowing you have blood inside you, like it makes you less perfect; just a little more real.
I like your hands and the way they lightly brush things: your leg, your hair, your face... or mine. The way they grab the sides of my hat and pull it down over my eyes, and I can hear your infectious laugh flowing out from behind your equally infectious smile. The way your knuckles rub against my leg or rest against my back. Barely pressing, pushing, rubbing, grabbing as you wait for a reaction on my part; and I can't help but react. I like the way your fingers intertwine with mine, locking perfectly, comfortably.
I like when you put your arm around me, thought it seems much too classic of a move for a guy like you; too orthodox for a relationship like ours. It's like you're trying to be smooth, like you think the man I want would do something like put his arm around me. And I like the way you rub my arm, trying to keep me warm. or you wrap both of your arms around me and hold me while I shake from the bitter cold and squeeze me; or just a hand on the small of my back to keep me balanced and safe from falling. Or maybe so I will.
I like when you pull me towards you; put your hands on my hips and draw me in. Oh, I do try and resist you, but I just can't do much to keep myself away from you. But I know you can read me like a book, my emotions flashing across my face like a road sign -- Hold tighter.
I like when you press your lips on mine, setting all the butterflies that have been flying around in my stomach finally freed by your lips. I like the way yours and mine press together, moving in rhythm, gently but aggressively; smooth but always pressing for a little more, like we hold secrets somewhere inside, just out of reach.
Words by kgirard
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Written on 2009-01-08 at 23:48
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I Like
I like the feeling I get when I'm around you -- like I'm doing something so I shouldn't be. It's an adrenaline rush and I wonder to myself how I should be allowed to be this happy, this carefree, this content with life. I just want to be closer to you whenever we're together, and I feel myself drifting closer to you as we walk, listening harder as we talk, smiler brighter as we laugh together.I like your eyes, filled with depth and color and life. You have these eyes that shine through the dark. I could gaze into them for days at a time, reading your thoughts and listening to the words you never say aloud. I could get lost in your eyes. They're so deep and filled with color, how could I not?
I like the way you smile at me, like you're laughing and smiling from the deepest, most true place in your body. Like your heart is laughing too. I like that it goes with you everywhere, that smile. It keeps me sane, and keeps me happy. It makes me happy to know you're happy. It's infectious.
I like how when you get cold your cheeks turn a cute spotty red. You can see the blood filling the spaces on your face where the cold has kissed you, and I would like to do the same. It makes it all real, knowing you get cold, knowing you have blood inside you, like it makes you less perfect; just a little more real.
I like your hands and the way they lightly brush things: your leg, your hair, your face... or mine. The way they grab the sides of my hat and pull it down over my eyes, and I can hear your infectious laugh flowing out from behind your equally infectious smile. The way your knuckles rub against my leg or rest against my back. Barely pressing, pushing, rubbing, grabbing as you wait for a reaction on my part; and I can't help but react. I like the way your fingers intertwine with mine, locking perfectly, comfortably.
I like when you put your arm around me, thought it seems much too classic of a move for a guy like you; too orthodox for a relationship like ours. It's like you're trying to be smooth, like you think the man I want would do something like put his arm around me. And I like the way you rub my arm, trying to keep me warm. or you wrap both of your arms around me and hold me while I shake from the bitter cold and squeeze me; or just a hand on the small of my back to keep me balanced and safe from falling. Or maybe so I will.
I like when you pull me towards you; put your hands on my hips and draw me in. Oh, I do try and resist you, but I just can't do much to keep myself away from you. But I know you can read me like a book, my emotions flashing across my face like a road sign -- Hold tighter.
I like when you press your lips on mine, setting all the butterflies that have been flying around in my stomach finally freed by your lips. I like the way yours and mine press together, moving in rhythm, gently but aggressively; smooth but always pressing for a little more, like we hold secrets somewhere inside, just out of reach.
Words by kgirard
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Written on 2009-01-08 at 23:48
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