It’s just the way he makes me feel. Everything about him just makes me feel perfect. I think of him probably too much, I hate to admit. It’s almost an uncontrollable impulse. But yes he is the one that gives me all the good feels. I can actually just close my eyes and feel as if he is right there, next to me, touching me and kissing me gently.

You see, this might sound as an exaggeration to you. But this feeling, the type that really makes you lose your breath, and get anxious, with butterflies and all, it’s the one I can’t live without. It’s the way he touches me, and the way he looks at me, deeply, with love and lust all at once, that instantly gets my juices flowing. The sound of his voice, raspy, sexy, manly, and yet comforting, all of that and then some, are the things that my heart fell for.

He fills all of my empty spaces. He compliments all of my crazies, and daydreams with me, my sexual fantasies. Never have I felt more at ease, than when I am with him. He is the blanket when I feel cold, and the heat when I burn for desire. I can tell you the countless ways, for which I have lost myself because I found him.