He always knows what to do, I never have to tell him, and it had been that way for as long as I could remember - we just fit together like petals and spring, or whisky and ice I guess he'd say. He wasn't perfect, no one is, but everything about him touched me deeply and none more so than his attentivenerss, caring, understanding and passion...for me
Ordinary boy
It was very sexy, the way he combined a certain manliness with his passionate and caring side. Did I say it was very sexy already? No matter how many times he acted in a solicitous manner, surprised me with the perfect gift for no reason, whispered wonderous things in my ear at exactly the right moment, looked into my eyes and smirked or a million other things, I fell for him all over again. I tell him he's magic, but he just shakes his head and says, nah babe, I'm just an ordinary boy, who feels extraordinary because I'm with you.
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Ordinary words
He's always had the ability to cast spells over me through his words, they transfix me. It's the way he speaks as much as what he says, and the way he looks at me sometimes as he talks too...those eyes see right through me, and I like it. He is kind though, with his words, and even when we argue about some thing or other I feel he cares for me deeply; the argument doesn't come between him and how he feels for me. And when we make up, the way he speaks to me, it's magical. I tell him what his words do to me, and he smiles and says, I know, but it's you that brings those words from within me; my love and passion for you.
Ordinary day
Today was an ordinary day, there was nothing at all special about it...until he came home from seeing a friend and brought me some potted plants, already blooming beautifully. He'd heard me on the phone with a friend talking about wanting some stocks and so he brought them for me. I asked why and he said, because I love you.
He kissed me then, allowed his head to sink down to my neck and bit it slightly, playfully, sending tingles and a flushed feeling throughout my body...An hour later we laid arm in arm on the bed, my fingers trailing lazily upon his chest and his arm around me...just another ordinary day.
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