Your bedroom light on my windowsill

Portland OR

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I get so flustered when I see you, I hope you don’t notice my hands trembling. I get so lost in your kind eyes and gentle demeanor. I love the way you’re always partially smiling and looking for something to lean against casually. I love making you laugh. I love how giddy we get about our mutual passions. I can’t stop smiling when I talk to you, I’m sure it’s painfully obvious, but you don’t seem to be aware at all. Or maybe you are aware, but like me, don’t know how to act on it. I want to trace the outline of your lips with mine. I want to feel your hands on my thighs. Sometimes I think it’s just me, but I felt you staring at me when you thought I couldn’t see. I wish I could run my fingers through your hair. I love the unique sound of your voice. I adore your goofy charm. I am wild for you.