I love your hands your lips and how you smell i love your voice and the words you use i love the stories you tell me i love jokes and the questions you suggest i love your sentences and how you Live and you share my love poem
I want to sleep with you. I don't mean have sex. I mean sleep. Under my blankets. In my bed. With the window cracked, so it's chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking, just sleepy, blissfully happy, silence.
For the English speaking folks this wonderful and very true quote: "Sometimes you just need to stand up and leave, so the person on the other side of the seesaw falls on the ground and notices how you have been carrying him/her." - by RUMAG