body language
his calloused hands roamed my body, seeking to touch every inch of it
his soft pink lips grazed mine so carelessly
the flutter of his dark eyelashes fell against my cheek
he wasn’t very good with words, but i knew he was implying his love for me, just by the way he touched me, just by the way he said my name, and looked at me
he loved me a great deal, and i him
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