If you were to love me,
I wouldn't want your hands on my *******, your fingers running over my body.
I would want to hold your hand and walk down the beach at dusk.
Or to rest my head on your chest as I drift in and out of sleep and you to whisper into my ear "You're beautiful."
I want you to scoop me up in your arms and tell me you want to grow old with me.
I want to be called your everything, not **** or hot, but beautiful, intelligent, amazing...even though I'm not.
I want you to appreciate me for me...my flaws many, and nothing else.