His hands are rough
His hands are worn
And I ache to feel them brush against my skin
I want to know every scar’s story

His smile is genuine
His laugh is my favorite music
And I’d do anything to make him happy
I want to be the reason for his smile

His frame is thin
His skin is smooth
And my hands long to touch every part
I want to memorize every inch of him

His love is pure
His love is honest
And he makes me want to be a better person
I want the simple love he offers