People always wonder if they know if a certain person is the one for them.
But I knew as soon as I set my eyes on you.
Your breath, filled with cigarette smoke intoxicated me, I couldn't breathe but it wasn't the chemicals I was choking on, It was my words.
The way I couldn't look you in the eyes and explain how I felt, the way your nose curves slightly downward, how your bottom lip is so much more plump than the top, I can stop thinking about you. I can't stop.
I can't stop repeating images in my head of what it would feel like to be connected with you physically, to have your hands Caress my cheek or your lips skim mine, forwarding electric currents through my veins.
What your bare chest to mine would feel like.
My legs want to taste your waist line and conjoin my secrets to yours.
