When I do, the world fades away and suddenly it's summer. The sun high overhead, the beach stretching out, a cool wind blowing sand around. The smell of suntan lotion and lake water and sweat mingling to make a perfume whose name is simple. It's you.
Whenever I stand across from you, I want to place my hand against your cheek when you smile, just feel the warmth of you through my palm as I caress your beautiful face.
When you smile, or talk, or pout I want to draw my thumb along those lips before leaning in to taste your kiss. Its inexplicably sweet and and soft. It leaves my head swimming and my blood rushing.
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