I like

 
I like your lyrics, which make me feel they have the message of freshly fallen rain.
I like to imagine your smell, like fresh fruit from a lemon.
I like to imagine your lips, your kisses, your body as a fresh and turbulent spring.
I like to imagine your caresses like a warm and soft breeze.
I like to imagine your lips saying, like a light whisper, I love you close to my ear, brushing my skin against yours like a desired sigh.