I love the way
your breath tastes,
and how it
feeds me life.
.
I love the way
your hands talk,
and the things
they say to me.
.
I love the way
your eyes smile,
and how they
always match mine.
.
I love the way
your legs shake,
and how strong
they always are.
.
I love the way
your chest listens,
and sets the pace
for my own heart.
.
I love the way
you move your toes,
whenever you feel
you're so close.
.
I love the way
you hair falls,
and it hides your
face from the world.
.
I love the way
your back moves,
and how it feels
so warm and strong.
.
I love the way
your neck beats,
and how it
helps me exist.
.
I love the way
your mouth stutters,
when air and words
fight to come out.
.
I love the way
your body combusts,
because mine does
the same for yours.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
I love the way
your breath tastes,
and how it
feeds me life.
.
I love the way
your hands talk,
and the things
they say to me.
.
I love the way
your eyes smile,
and how they
always match mine.
.
I love the way
your legs shake,
and how strong
they always are.
.
I love the way
your chest listens,
and sets the pace
for my own heart.
.
I love the way
you move your toes,
whenever you feel
you're so close.
.
I love the way
you hair falls,
and it hides your
face from the world.
.
I love the way
your back moves,
and how it feels
so warm and strong.
.
I love the way
your neck beats,
and how it
helps me exist.
.
I love the way
your mouth stutters,
when air and words
fight to come out.
.
I love the way
your body combusts,
because mine does
the same for yours.
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