Him.

I don't really know what to write.

You'd probably be thinking why I logged in at the first place,but its just it. Felt like writing.

Thinking about him.

All the time.

The times when we are together. His glare. His eyes.

And my turning away,blushing.

His hands. Dark and strong and tanned. Mine, white and soft. His hands in mine.  The fingers uncurling.

His arms. Especially around my waist. And I grabbing his biceps and hugging them to sleep. And kissing them too.

His hair. Smooth and shiny. And my fingers dancing their way.

His talks. Discreet and short. And I,hanging on to his every word. Wondering if there's something for me. Love,maybe?

And the times when he is doing his own work. Focused. And me watching in awe of him.

And the best: watching him sleep.

He looks like a kitten. As pure and serene as that. All the staunchness, all hard shell of his,melts down. Still and quiet with rhythmic breathing. Just laying my head on his chest. The best music is his heartbeat.

And I wonder if he knows how my soul loves his'.

Wonder if he thinks of me like I think of him?

Not much words,but the eyes do most of the talking.

Still thinking of him.