I Like...

I like it when you hold my hand,
And the way you make me smile.
I like it when we hang out together,
Even if only for a little while.

I like the way you hold me close,
And I like it when you flick your hair.
I like it when you kiss my lips,
It leaves me struggling for air.

I like the colour of your eyes,
And how I blush when they meet mine.
I like the way you think that's cute,
And refuse to let me hide.

But,

I love the way my fingers feel,
So safely wrapped in yours.
And how when I'm near you I grin so much,
It's basically surreal.
And I love the way I'd wait all day,
Just to sit and talk with you,
To see your smile is worth my while, no matter what we do.

I love the way you draw me in,
So gently, as if I might tear
And the way you look at me,
Like I'm precious, perfect, rare.

I love the way your mouth feels,
On my lips and on my skin.
The way your fingers trace my face,
Is the greatest kind of sin.