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She's got this one look that I know she's practiced daily since she was 11 years old. It starts out as a deep stare and a pout made of equal parts mischief and girlish manipulation, delicately dancing toward a small smile, one that would make a saint feel a sinner before feeling himself up. One simple quirk of the eyebrow and she knows. She's not stupid, she's quite honestly nothing apart from magnificent, a genius in her own right. The look is complete brilliance, a Nobel prizeworth of inspiration. She could settle wars with it if someone would see beyond her hypnotic pulchritude. If only someone in a point of absolute power could see what I see. I could take a million different pictures of her and it wouldn't do justice to what I truly see in her.
I like the way my utility belt hangs off your hip, my baseball cap worn backward over your sungolden tresses, your smile decorated with nails held between your teeth. I normally prefer working alone on furniture projects, but this time I just couldn't resist, not as eager as you were to join me. Thank you. You don't know how much you do for me just being right there.
You hold the hammer tight and you'd hold my heart in your tiny hand just the same.
I like the way my utility belt hangs off your hip, my baseball cap worn backward over your sungolden tresses, your smile decorated with nails held between your teeth. I normally prefer working alone on furniture projects, but this time I just couldn't resist, not as eager as you were to join me. Thank you. You don't know how much you do for me just being right there.
You hold the hammer tight and you'd hold my heart in your tiny hand just the same.