There is a certain mystery to him that makes him real and make me feel weak when he speak that gives me a chill.
My vulnerability is out and about that leaves me open,
His mind,his soul, his flow got me on point and very focused.
the things he says, the things he feels, that keeps me on my toes and heels.
I admire his sex appeal,
I admire his lips,
I admire his eyes,his body, and his love for words.
I just hope that he admires that I don\'t have curves,
I hope he admires my verbs,
And, the curliness or the straightness of my hair,
My lips when I whisper his name.
The color of my eyes and the thickness of my thighs.
Especially, my heart when it beats every time I hear him speak get me in heat and makes me weak
I hope he knows how I feel.
Him.
By, Secretluv
