He doesn’t really understand. I know he is not fully aware of the extent of it. I don’t think she can grasp how true it is. But he is the perfect man for me. In all aspects.
It’s incredible how amazingly he fits me. How naturally and effortlessly our bodies glide with each other. How strongly our hearts beat in the same passionate rhythm. How seamlessly his soul combine with mine. I used to miss a piece of myself but I wasn’t aware of it. Then I found it, I found him, and suddenly I realized how big of a piece it had been. Now it seems as though he has always been with me.
His body makes my pulse race. It doesn’t matter if he’s twisting it around me like a snake with him curves teasing me at every turn or if I’m watching him talk on the phone about his day. It makes me react every time I see him. It gives me impure thoughts which I of ten have to keep to myself so he doesn’t think that I’m obsessed with his body. Like most men he finds faults with it. For me the only fault he has is not realizing how fantastic it really is.
His heart is massive. I don’t know how it even fits into his chest. He always pours love and compassion, advice and care, out of it. It never appears to run out. On some days it drains his and it seems there is not enough left over for him. But he always comes back and does it all again. I’m impressed on a constant basis. I wish he would see what I see. I think it would give him more peace.
There is so much more to him. This is really just a small glimpse of the man he is. He’s the perfect one for me and I’m lucky that he’s mine!
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