On Love
There's something about a man who's arms are big and strong enough to make you feel safe. And it's not just the muscle either (which is nice) but the way he holds you. Tight enough to let you know he wants nothing more than for you to be his, but loose enough not to suffocate you.
It's the way he looks at you from the corner of his eye with a sly grin. And you, knowing full well there's something devious behind it, yet you don't mind, because in your head you know that, "The couple that plays together, stays together."
And then there's the sound in his voice, you know the one he uses just for you. The one that lets everyone know who it is he's talking to. Not to mention those little pet names, those are always fun.
And the compliments never cease. "You're beautiful." "I love kissing you." "You make me want to do something with my life." You tell him you are standing there half naked and he says, "Too bad this isn't a camera phone."
God I love him....
-Me
It's the way he looks at you from the corner of his eye with a sly grin. And you, knowing full well there's something devious behind it, yet you don't mind, because in your head you know that, "The couple that plays together, stays together."
And then there's the sound in his voice, you know the one he uses just for you. The one that lets everyone know who it is he's talking to. Not to mention those little pet names, those are always fun.
And the compliments never cease. "You're beautiful." "I love kissing you." "You make me want to do something with my life." You tell him you are standing there half naked and he says, "Too bad this isn't a camera phone."
God I love him....
-Me