Sometimes the way you look inside me and just know things…. leaves me in awe of you. You may not know that I have a small mole –four actually- on my left breast yet you know the feel of my head resting on your shoulder though it never has You may not know that I never put sugar in my tea but somehow you seem to know that space in the crook of my neck that fits your lips so perfectly though they have never kissed me there or anywhere You may not know I sit with my feet and legs curled beneath me because I have never been fond of them yet somehow you know that if you touch me lightly behind the knees I will laugh out loud and buckle beneath you You don’t know that my favourite colour is a deep dark red or that I wear it well You don’t know that I like to sprinkle instant coffee on vanilla ice cream or that pistachio’s are my favourite nuts or that my skin is seven different shades of sin yet somehow you do.Birth sign: Scorpio
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