I like jeans,
Coarse hair,
And rough things.
I like starched linen,
The color blue,
A lovely hue.
I like cool shade,
Gentle breeze,
Strawberry lemonade.
I like clear skies,
Calm water,
Pleasant, tranquil order.
I like sunsets,
Bright colored roses,
Life, no regrets.
I like old movies,
Soft melodies,
Heart felt symphonies.
I like quiet nights,
Full, whimsical moons,
Stars, emphatically bright.
I like broad shoulders,
A tender caress,
Eyes of gentleness.
I like romance,
Corny poetry,
Long, slow dance.
I like whispers,
Grazing fingertips,
Full, tender lips.
I like loving eye
Deep voice,
Runner's thighs.
I like books
About Biology,
You and me.
I like cool sheets,
Warm days of summer,
Nights of heat.
I like curled toes,
Joyful moans,
That feeling of home.
So, I would be remiss
If I didn't tell you
I like loving you like this.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
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