I want her hands gliding against mine like soft slick butter, but mine feels like sand paper to hers I want her to speak to me like I know absolutely nothing just some dumb mutt, but whenever she does I lose my tempter and explode I want her gaze to pierce into my eyes like I’m the last thing she’s ever gonna see before turning blind, still I get disgusted by those brown button eyes of hers I want her to be thoughtful and consider my emotions whilst thinking about me, but I hate whenever she gets clingy and sticks onto me like butter I want her to kiss me softly on the lips like we’re two roses touching our petals, but I want to tug onto her hair and scream into her face whenever she does so I want her to never spill tears over something that meant a lot to her, but whenever she does I want to look into her eyes and admire myself in the reflection Yet even after I that I still carve her like candy