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Delight
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You love the way his lips curve
The way his eyes shine
The way he laughs just a little and shakes his head and rolls his shoulders
When he smiles at you
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You love the way his hands feel
The way his fingers lock with yours
The way his palm fits against yours
His shoulder tucked just under and behind your own
When you sit hand in hand
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You love the way his body tastes
The way he's warm and soft
The way he's hot as an inferno
Savoury and beautiful and uniquely his own
When you kiss him
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You love the way his voice sounds
The way he trills and runs
The lovely alto that he lets loose to soothe you and hold your attention and make you /feel/ so sincerely
When he sings for you
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You love the way his body moves
The way he stretches and arches against you
The way his muscles contract around you
The way his body fits just so perfectly against your own
When you make love to him
( and when you fuck him, but you would always rather make love to him than fuck him anyways )
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You love the way he looks at you in the morning
The way he smiles, sleepy and soft and full of love
The way his eyebrows pull and his gorgeous eyes shine
The way he'll lean in and kiss you, all morning breath and adoration
The way he watches you, lightly and reverently running his fingers over every inch of your body
When you get to lay together, naked and in bed until noon
( it's Saturday, there's no rush, you can always get groceries tomorrow )
( he woke up first, he always wakes up first )
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You love the way he smells
The sweat when he's been working hard
The earthy musk when he's been loving you
The peppermint of his soap after he's showered
The gross morning breath ( it's not really that bad, when it comes down to it yours is probably worse anyways ), before he's brushed his teeth
The cologne and aftershave when he's going to work ( you thank god it isn't the same brand his father uses- you'd have a hard time in bed with him on weekdays if he smelled like his father )
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You love how he fathers your children
The way he's endlessly patient and gentle
The way he can be ferociously protective
The soft, lilting voice he uses for reading or having important talks with them
The stern, tough-love, take-no-chances-and-absolutely-no-shit voice he uses when a serious situation arises
The way he'll sing to them sometimes, on the occasion they want one of his lullabies instead of one of yours
The way he loves them wholeheartedly and could never love them any less or any differently if they tried
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You love the way his body mesmerizes you
The way both of his feet and the fingers of his left hand tap when he has the radio on
The way his whole body works when he wrestles with you
The way his spine curves when he stretches or bends to pick one of the twin's toys off of the floor
The way his fingers dance over piano keys, or guitar strings, or any other instrument he sets his mind to playing
The way his back and shoulders look when he stretches in the morning while he's getting dressed
The way his chest rises and falls with his breath as you please him
The way his arousal looks and feels against your palm, pulsing gently under your touch
The strong, casual stance he naturally adopts when standing still at all
God you just
You love it all