I crave you
The way you laugh, different every time
That small scar on the back of your hand
Your messy hair and tired eyes after a night of sleep
The curve of your back, solid beneath my hand
The stubble that brushes my face whenever you're close
Your soft, brown eyes that lovingly stare
The smell of you that I've grown to love and adore
I want you
but more than anything
I need you
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
I crave you
The way you laugh, different every time
That small scar on the back of your hand
Your messy hair and tired eyes after a night of sleep
The curve of your back, solid beneath my hand
The stubble that brushes my face whenever you're close
Your soft, brown eyes that lovingly stare
The smell of you that I've grown to love and adore
I want you
but more than anything
I need you
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