You said that I am illiterate to your emotions.
But in reality I read you well.
I know you well.
I know you enough to close my eyes, and draw the silhouette of your face. Know you enough to describe your facial features, know you're a brunette, know you have the most beautiful hazel eyes, you have the most soft luscious lips, and enough that you like to hide your smile.
Know you well enough to know how you react when your mad at me.
First you huff and puff at my direction, stare me down with an angry expression. Tell me I suck so hard and call me the biggest asshole.
I know you.
I know well enough to know at times its not what I said but the way I said it.
Know you well enough to know when I'm going get the silent treatment. Know you well enough to stay out of your way, and wait until you cool down.
I know well enough to know, when you've fallen for me again.
I know when you want me to treat you like a queen. To give you a massage, rub your feet, whisper sweet nothings in your ear.
I know you very well.
I know when you want to stay in, watch a movie while we eat popcorn or have a home cooked meal.
Know you well enough to know, when you want to go out, party until the sunrise.
I know when you want us to give into our bodies. And have raw, animalistic, lustful, windblowing sex.
Or know you well enough to know when you want me to touch your soul. Well enough to know that, as we make love, your body shivers, quivers, as you reached your full pleasure peak point.
I know you well.
Believe I read you well. I am not illiterate to your emotions.
And I know myself well enough, to know without you.
I would be forever lost.
©regretrisk
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