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I like your hands because your middle finger is the prettiest I like your eyes because there's a ring of forest green smoke around a pool of olive oil I like the way your skin smells— I can't even describe it— it smells warm and it smells of you I like your hair because it's layered like down feathers, it dances when you move I like your feet because you can spread your toes out like a duck's webbed feet I like your milky skin because you can see the tendrils of blue veins map across your neck and inner wrists I like the shape of your face I like your hair because I can't stop touching it I like those birthmarks on either of your hands that can be connected together I like how your cheek is soft and doughy I like the shape of your eyes, the size of your palms I love your voice, the distinguishable sound, the perfect tambour of your tone I could listen to you speak all night, all day I like your strong hands and your lean muscular body I like the way you toss back your head when you laugh sometimes I like the lull of your heartbeat when my sleepy head is on your chest You have five fingers on each hand just like me
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Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 5:49 PM UTC
To The Groove of my best friend's Heartbeat
I like your hands because your middle finger is the prettiest I like your eyes because there's a ring of forest green smoke around a pool of olive oil I like the way your skin smells— I can't even describe it— it smells warm and it smells of you I like your hair because it's layered like down feathers, it dances when you move I like your feet because you can spread your toes out like a duck's webbed feet I like your milky skin because you can see the tendrils of blue veins map across your neck and inner wrists I like the shape of your face I like your hair because I can't stop touching it I like those birthmarks on either of your hands that can be connected together I like how your cheek is soft and doughy I like the shape of your eyes, the size of your palms I love your voice, the distinguishable sound, the perfect tambour of your tone I could listen to you speak all night, all day I like your strong hands and your lean muscular body I like the way you toss back your head when you laugh sometimes I like the lull of your heartbeat when my sleepy head is on your chest You have five fingers on each hand just like me
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sara-bella
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 5:49 PM UTC
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