The first thing that attracted me to you was the way you would stop working sometimes and just stare at blankness for not more than 10 seconds. Short enough for most people not to notice it: definitely long enough for me to take full notice of it.
You look so serene and peaceful at those times, and I have a soft spot for people with serene looks. I can’t remember how soon after meeting you that I adopted ‘Peaceful’ as my very own name. All I can remember is this: I’ve always been longing for people to call me by that look in your face.
The other thing that attracts me to you is of course the way your sarcasm drive right into my chest. Yours is sarcasm at its best: perfect diction delivered in succulent voice through luscious lips. You told me once that I was dangerously too full of sarcastic remarks, and I wondered whether you were only being sarcastic at that time. Did you know? That comment of yours was the magic word that turned my panty warmly wet.
The first thing, and the only thing, that stops me from putting my heart onto your palm is the realization that your heart is buried too deep inside your developed breasts. I know it will be hard for you to take out your heart and put it onto my palm in return.
Alas, don’t I know that. For my heart is buried deep behind my developed breasts as well, and like they say, it always takes one to know one.
