I like the way he laughs. Whenever he does laugh, it sends a shiver down my spine, and makes me think about him for a good fifteen minutes. I like the way his Adam’s apple is so pronounced, and the way it bobs up and down with his laughter. I like the way he lets rude comments roll off his back, like rain washing down the street, or tears rolling down a cheek. I love his smartness, the way that he doesn't care what people think if knows all the right answers, and even when he does get an answer wrong, he laughs at himself. I love how deep his voice is, like dark chocolate. Dark, rich, and very smooth. His voice enraptures you, enfolds you in warmth, and feels like rain drumming down your body. I love his eyes, dark brown, questioning, looking like two burning pieces of coal. I love the way they glisten in the light as he looks up at the heavens. To reduce that down, I love him.
2007-02-08
12:43:49
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Karyn E
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