Sometimes you'll be standing nearby, and I'll glance over at you, with your back turned slightly to me, putting you at a perfect angle for me to see your gorgeous eyelashes.
You've got eyelashes that girls try for, long and curled just slightly at the ends. I imagine when you kiss me they gently brush my cheek as you close your eyes.
Your eyes... another part of you I love. Whenever you smile, you get these tiny wrinkles around the corners of your eyes, and I think it's the cutest thing in the world. Not to mention the way they always seem to sparkle.
I love your lips. There have been times you were talking to me, and the whole time I was fixated on watching you're lips. Shaped so nicely, soft and warm. And you smile the best out of anyone I know!
Your hair appears soft and silky, I could run my fingers though it as you lay with your head in my lap on a warm afternoon in the park.
You have a strut in your walk, a bounce, a swagger, not egotistical, but playful.
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