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gonna smoke and write about him

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“You”
Untitled Part 1 03/19/22
8:26am
I wish I could put into words the feeling your touch gives me....
Whether it be a kiss, your fingertips tracing my skin, the way you kiss parts of me no one else has, or the way you gently glide your thumb across my lips, it all gives me the same feeling. It feels like what I've always wanted. Like light being added to a room that has been dark for a very long time.
I love how I don't have to ask for you to touch me; you just do it. You rub the anxiety out, you squeeze the tension out, you kiss my second thoughts away, you hold my hand like you don't want to lose it, I love being touched and you know it. I don't like having my feet touched but how you squeeze them and kiss my toes, I love the way you do it.
I love how I have to look up at you. How when I hug you I have no choice but to bury my face in your chest and breathe in your cologne. If it were up to me I don't think I would let go. I feel soft and small when I'm with you... One of my favorite things you do is how when I curl up into your arms you pull me in as close as you can even though we're already touching as much as we can. You remember things I've forgotten I told you and although it’s bare minimum I'm surprised each time because no one really pays attention to the things I say. You're attentive and I like it. It makes me feel seen.
I love it when you call me pretty, it's my favorite thing to hear. Your voice saying it is stuck in my head and each time I think about it I blush the same as if you were in front of me to speak the words. You compliment me but not the same way others do. There's less lust behind it and It feels like you mean it. All I'm used to being admired for by others is on the outside but you see that and more. I hope you stick around because I like you. You make it feel like what I need isn't asking too much.