She is the best kisser on the planet, without question.
She wears the best looking clothes.
She listens to everything I ramble on about.
She laughs with such enthusiasm and reality you feel happy just hearing it.
She looks me in the eye like she's loved me since I was born.
She touches my skin with such grace it makes me shiver.
She has the cutest feet I have ever seen.
She is soft in all the right places.
She wears her hair like a classic movie star.
She lets me touch and taste her constantly, which I always want to do.
She combines cute and sexy like no one ever before.
She has a voice that can be stunningly sultry but also soft and caring.
She understands my flaws.
She accomodates my desires and fetishes.
She makes me feel like my touch is pleasing to her always and everywhere.
She massages me and melts my tension away.
She makes me trust her implicitly, which I never thought possible again.
She makes me talk and think of the future, and isn't scared when I say so.
She wears jewelry with personality, not irrelevant value.
She is just jealous enough to make me know she cares.
She is open about looking and not touching.
She loves to hold my hand.
She is completely trusting in me.
She hides nothing from me physically.
She makes love even when she's fucking.
She talks to me like I understand, even if sometimes I don't.
She likes to watch cheese as much as I do.
She likes to listen to cheese as much as I do.
She can have fun even when doing nothing.
She likes me to hold her so close the world falls away.
She is rational when I am crazy.
She introduced me to her family.
She is proud of being my girl.
She puts up with small possessive breakdowns.
She wants to dance.
She likes when I try and sing.
She wears awesome shoes.
She looks me in the eye when she tells me she loves me.
She looks me in the eye when she fucks me.
She holds her face to mine like they might break if seperated.
She pulls me into her like we can melt into one another and be mixed for all time.
She makes me believe in love again.
She loves me.
I love her.
She wears the best looking clothes.
She listens to everything I ramble on about.
She laughs with such enthusiasm and reality you feel happy just hearing it.
She looks me in the eye like she's loved me since I was born.
She touches my skin with such grace it makes me shiver.
She has the cutest feet I have ever seen.
She is soft in all the right places.
She wears her hair like a classic movie star.
She lets me touch and taste her constantly, which I always want to do.
She combines cute and sexy like no one ever before.
She has a voice that can be stunningly sultry but also soft and caring.
She understands my flaws.
She accomodates my desires and fetishes.
She makes me feel like my touch is pleasing to her always and everywhere.
She massages me and melts my tension away.
She makes me trust her implicitly, which I never thought possible again.
She makes me talk and think of the future, and isn't scared when I say so.
She wears jewelry with personality, not irrelevant value.
She is just jealous enough to make me know she cares.
She is open about looking and not touching.
She loves to hold my hand.
She is completely trusting in me.
She hides nothing from me physically.
She makes love even when she's fucking.
She talks to me like I understand, even if sometimes I don't.
She likes to watch cheese as much as I do.
She likes to listen to cheese as much as I do.
She can have fun even when doing nothing.
She likes me to hold her so close the world falls away.
She is rational when I am crazy.
She introduced me to her family.
She is proud of being my girl.
She puts up with small possessive breakdowns.
She wants to dance.
She likes when I try and sing.
She wears awesome shoes.
She looks me in the eye when she tells me she loves me.
She looks me in the eye when she fucks me.
She holds her face to mine like they might break if seperated.
She pulls me into her like we can melt into one another and be mixed for all time.
She makes me believe in love again.
She loves me.
I love her.
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*sings MC Hammer*