I wonder if he knows how perfect he makes me feel as he lifts the back of my t shirt up to get closer to my skin?
The way he flips us over without effort, almost to the point where I can't move even if I wanted to.
The way his hands, slightly rough, yet soft and warm all at once make me feel like silk.
I've never felt **** or desired, but laying on my bed kissing him I do, with him I feel like I could rule the world.
Or that when he kisses me and I can taste that chocolate ****, a hint of raspberry, and orangina it makes me smile.
I could spend hours kissing him, forever loving him, his eyes, his hands, his back, his arms, everything.
I would love to spend forever with him, because this is happiness, and for the moment we're happy.