117 i love the way you squeal and hold me tight when i twist the throttle of my bike

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i love the way you squeal and hold me tight when i twist the throttle of my bike
and your happy sigh when i corner slowly left and right down a hill
and how you hum softly when you’re happy
and how you want every day to be happy!
and how you adore animals
and how you stop to examine the moss on a sidewalk or tree trunk
or smell a rose growing down among the weeds and trash
and how you’re perfectly honest when you don’t like something and don’t hedge your opinion at all but just say what you think
and your curiosity for people that seems so endless
and how you value everyone, actually believing they are special and unique with their own stories worth knowing
and your curiosity for life’s meaning
and your desire for newness
and the value of beauty
and how you find hidden delights so many have passed over
and how you want our world to stay beautiful
and how you want people, everyone, to have an amazing life
and how you won’t consider working anywhere that doesn’t wholly support your values
and i love that you dream so big, that you’re not satisfied with where you are, that you want more and you’re willing to do what it takes to get it
and i love how hard working you are
that you are the best employee in your company
i love how you don’t want clutter in your life
how you will do anything to preserve minimalism in your life
i love how you read at the library instead of buying books
and i love that you don’t want to inconvenience people because of your choice to not have a car
so much that even if your phone dies and you have to walk dark alleys alone, you’d rather take two hours to get home on the bus than ask a friend for a ride
and i love that you think of the bus as a roller coaster and tour guide
and a chance to meet new people
and i love that you ask me questions and listen
and do things for me that i’ve said i like
i love that you think so different
i love that you ask me to help you grow
i love how you treat me with such care
i love how you have seen me
and how you have approved of what you’ve seen

i love the mystery of you, all the parts i don’t know
i love the shape of you pressed against my back, so perfectly light and soft in every way
i love the smell of you, your shimmering scents that soak me through and pull me in
i love your thighs, so tempting to tickle or massage
i love the thought of earning your trust to my touch
then moving slowly into your invitation
i love your form in every way, your arms and wrists, so strong and feminine and delicate and inviting of tenderness and slowness and carefulness and close adoration
and your neck that begs me with constant pleasing tension to brush my face upon it and find softness with my lips and inhale your essence and the power of your soul
and the closeness of you, drawing me up or down, never to stay too long, but to move forward, to release, to give in to the pleasure
and since i know you incompletely, in this moment i would choose to move up past your tender cheeks and first to the corners of your lips before fully meeting you so soft you’re not sure we even kissed
yes i love your lips, like a painted lily pulling me in with such scent and taste i know not what has come over me
though i may try to ignore the color and shape and softness that begs me to meet you in the small space between us, i find it impossible to think of little else
and to see you first thing in the morning before the red is painted, to see the true you and to taste who you are stripped of all, the pureness of you which must be so strong i’d have to take you in portions so as to not explode from your fires poured out upon me
and yet even this would be incomplete without that comes from wholly gazing into your soul through your vanquishing eyes, flecks of blue and ice, where galaxies make their wonder known, the haunting of every moment apart from you
i stare never too long for the power of you released on me in every second of connection is enough to command the marching of my armies into the sea and the burning of my life’s collection and the turning from my every dream
and in these moments i’m sure we are the only two people alive on this earth and the only two people who have ever lived
and in these moments i’m sure life is only possible in the shadow of your gaze and that every second i lived before you was not really living at all, but merely the ticking of a clock before the first page began
so gaze upon me now, and let us live forever

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