I love the way your mouth curves.
I love the way you speak your words.
As if everything is a rhythm,
just waiting to be heard.

I love the way your fingers drift.
I love the way you touch my hips.
As if they were is a line,
in your favorite script.

I love the way your voice sounds.
I love the way you use you nouns.
As if you must impress,
someone in every town.

But I hate the way your eyes are still.
I hate the way you give me chills.
As if I were just a girl,
falling for your thrill.