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I sent you a hug
as I stood in the sand
Waited and watched
as it rolled cross the land
Looked to the sky
and it's wonderful view
Hoping the hug that I sent
would find you

I blew you a kiss
on a soft ocean breeze
Waited and watched
as it floated the seas
Towards the horizon
'pon waters so blue
Hoping this kiss that I sent
would find you

I whispered my love
on a moonbeam tonight
Promised affection
in shimmering light
Yet I can’t rely
just on hope at this time
I’ll deliver my love
*in this poetic rhyme

The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.