Moments.
It is moments with you where I feel at ease.
I feel at peace,
and I feel like I belong.
I have always loved hands.
Every single one of my partners has known this,
I would spend hours tracing their hands.
Anything to avoid looking them in the eye.
But with you it's different.
I love your hands.
But I also love your chest.
Especially when my head is resting upon it listening to your heartbeat.
I love your voice,
Most when it is saying my name, or calling me babe, or wishing me good night.
I love your beard,
Notably when it is brushing against my face as we kiss.
And your eyes. I adore your eyes,
Oddly when they're placed on me,
Because normally, I would avoid eye contact at all costs,
But with you it's different.
It's all different.
A wonderful, blissful, different.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
Moments.
It is moments with you where I feel at ease.
I feel at peace,
and I feel like I belong.
I have always loved hands.
Every single one of my partners has known this,
I would spend hours tracing their hands.
Anything to avoid looking them in the eye.
But with you it's different.
I love your hands.
But I also love your chest.
Especially when my head is resting upon it listening to your heartbeat.
I love your voice,
Most when it is saying my name, or calling me babe, or wishing me good night.
I love your beard,
Notably when it is brushing against my face as we kiss.
And your eyes. I adore your eyes,
Oddly when they're placed on me,
Because normally, I would avoid eye contact at all costs,
But with you it's different.
It's all different.
A wonderful, blissful, different.
