For a fling, a friend, and a downward spiral

I like the way you look at me

with your eyes deep and dark.

I like the way you softly command

and laugh with me.

I think it's cute when you stumble,

and show a little vulnerability.

I think it's hot when you bite your lower lip

in the middle of a story.

I like the way you smoke your cigarettes,

and the funny thing you do with you tongue.

I like the fact that you're so manly

yet at heart you're still so young.

I like it that you can sing along

with all of my cd's.

I like it that you beckon

"come lay with me and read me poetry".

I like the way you take your coffee,

and the haphazard way you drive when you are lost,

I love how you take claim to being "artistic"

and the way your eyes sparkle after dusk.