He kisses my fingers.
He tickles my knee.
He listens to Maiden and Malmsteen and Cake.
He has a giant poster of Bob Marley above his silk-coverlet bed.
He has two cats that love the shit out of me.
He gave me a pedal to distort my guitar.
He ran up on stage to fix my amp's gain at a show.
He believes I can do anything.
He laughs like James Franco.
He smiles when he drives.
He'll take off his shirt if I ask politely.
He never wears closed-toe shoes.
He has magical fingers, take that as you will.
He kisses me at stoplights.
He has a wicked strong willpower.
He plays guitar like nobody else has, can, or ever will.
His mouth is often spicy with cinnamon gum.
His friends will find this and never let him live it down.
He is the cutest, most gentle soul I've ever met, and I love him.
1 comment:
Hi.
Found your blog while looking through profiles.
I love the poem!
Check my blog out if you want. =]
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