| Current mood: | sort of baffled |
| Current music: | Islands- The XX |
I don't feel anything when I kiss you really, just your lips.
I don't feel anything when I kiss you really, just your lips. You're kind of like opening a bag of chips and getting mostly air. I see a lot of simple qualities in you that I value. Number one is your mind: your gift and passion for words, the proper way you speak, how you appreciate the hell out of music and all kinds of it. And then there's the basic attraction I have to you: your beautiful, tense expressions and your shoulders and hands. I mull over your little obsessions and quirks, your organized nature. I think it's better that we're just this close, no closer. I've thought of it before... why I was never put in that place, just in your bed or on your couch or into the back seat of your car with my pants off. In the end, I decide it doesn't really matter. I try not to wonder if I'm the only one who knows you this way. You intimidate me like no one else can. Your time is time I look forward to. But... when I kiss you it's just your lips. I almost wish it was more but it never is. It's always just lips.
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