Baby there’s something about you,
that I can hold on to,
I’m going to hold on to that.
Something About You - Five For Fighting

I love how his lips feel on mine. Soft and warm. The tickle of his beard on my cheek. His scent of soap and fabric softener. His thumb running along my jaw line. His fingers tangled in my hair. The way he smiles at me when I break our kiss. The way he never breaks a kiss. The way his chest hair feels between my fingers. They way he looks at me with that devilish look before he pulls me in. The way it feels to wrap my body around his. They way he tickles my lower back. The way that he always wants to cuddle. The way that he automatically reaches for me. The way my head fits perfectly on his shoulder. The way he always smells my hair.

I love that he is strong. That he is hard. That he is not sentimental or sensitive. I love that he calls me on my bullshit. I love that I don’t ever have to worry about whether he is mad, or upset, cause he tells me. I love that there is no bullshit. No drama. I love that he knows what he wants. I love that he isn't trying to find himself. I love that he could live without me, but he doesn't want to. I love that he is masculine. He likes football and nascar. I love that he is nothing like anyone I’ve ever been with. I love how dainty I am in his arms. I love how safe I feel.

I love his thick fingers with their hard work calluses and bitten nails.
I love how this big hard man becomes soft when our eyes meet.