To feel more than just a mental attraction is a beautiful thing.
If I so much as look at his face, my entire body starts to shake. His eyes are an ocean, often staring into the distance, and on seemingly more recurring occasions, staring right into mine. There is the subtle stubble and the crook of his nose, which have both made their way into the depths of my heart. And sometimes there is acne, but even though most people consider this a fault, I find it lovely because everything that has to do with you holds meaning beyond words to me.
There are his arms. The veins popped through practice, the muscles carved through skill, and the hair that is so seemingly thick and untamed, all of which are so enticing to me. I think about how those arms have welcomed me once before and I often look at them longingly with hope and anticipation for the next time that they will undoubtedly take me in once again.
His broad shoulders and the small of his back are what I see as home. I have felt them before and have felt the strength behind them and I yearn to feel it once again.
Then there are legs. Long, slender legs. Watching him run and jump is a spectacle in itself and in these times I often wish that I could freeze time, just to admire the power and beauty behind them. I want to touch them, to rub them, and to feel them.
I want every part of you to be with every part of me.
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I have always longed to be closer to him, but this is the first time that I've ever felt the need and desire to be closer to him.