Who ever he is.

The way the light hits your face is incredible. It follows your high cheek bones deep into their sockets. The blush in your cheeks have come down a little, and you seem to be smiling that remarkable flash of white again. You're so relaxed and anyone can see that from the way the shadows flourish through the indentations of your eyes. They look like stars. Sharp at the ends, but round in the middle if you were to cut off the sides. Moving more intently across your eye lashes, they are carefully aligned to extend far enough from your eyes that they almost reach your eyebrows. But not quite. Your forehead has a slight crease in it from being stressed out, or staring at something for a long period of time with an odd facial expression. It adds character, a story, and even a some age. Your hair falls on your face like leaves ready to fall from a tree. They fall so gently and swiftly. Your hair is straight, jet black, and choppy. The smell cuts through my membrane with a little twist of melon. Its scent is delicious. So delicious I can taste it now on the back of my throat. You lean towards me to press your soft small ocean wave shaped lips against mine, but I turn too quickly and feel the sandpaper of your face. It makes me shiver. You haven't shaved in a good day and a half and it's blissfully reassuring. I love it when you don't shave. It makes me feel like the girl. Like, the one with the softness, the one with the curves that make you whisper dirty phrases in my ear. Your hands, they're so warm. The lines in them interest me, I could stare at them for hours. Moving onto your arms, they have perfect shape. Skinny at the wrists, a little larger at the forearm, smaller at the elbows, and large at the triceps. Not too large, however. They have perfect shape; round and hard. When you wrap those arms around me everything falls into place.I forget that I often feel alone. I forget that it pains me to be home. I forget that I fear becoming weak in front of anyone. You listen. You want to listen. You embrace each word that pours out of my mouth. You have requests of songs for me sing. You want me to get better. You want me to succeed. Your collar bone sticks out in perfect precision with your neck and shoulders. The hollow indents give you even more character; tell even more of a story. Your chest moves upwards and downwards with every breath you take. Rising and falling against mine when you give me one of those unbearably genuine hugs. Your abs, simply defined because you were born thin enough for them to be. They crunch me deeper underneath you when you kiss my neck against my bathroom wall. Your hips, your skinny man shaped hips press against me and I can't help but loose feeling in my toes. The dimples on your lower back make my smile an on going sickness. They're so deep, so adorable.