you don't smell like i thought a man should smell
you have a wonderful smirk
the way you bite your lip when you grin at me
i'm trying
to figure out
if i like you
the beauty mark behind your ear
your blue green grey brown eyes
your weight on me
the way
i always
come back
your laugh
and hands
the way you pull me in
your hand on my knee
the flowers in the bedroom
your head in the crook
of my neck
why do you never call?
why is it always only sometimes
with you?
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