He's so tall that I have to decide where my hands are gonna sit when we stand
Do I hold his waist or stretch toput them around his neck?
And when we kiss I have to stand on my toes so long that my calves hate me for it.
I feel so small.
He's my gentle giant, like my teddy bear after an overdose on steroids.
Strong but sweet and his skin oh so soft.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
He's so tall that I have to decide where my hands are gonna sit when we stand
Do I hold his waist or stretch toput them around his neck?
And when we kiss I have to stand on my toes so long that my calves hate me for it.
I feel so small.
He's my gentle giant, like my teddy bear after an overdose on steroids.
Strong but sweet and his skin oh so soft.
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