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01/01 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my eyes are brighter than any star or sun, brightening up the night and ridding of the dark.

You say how the bright shade of blue can hypnotise the world upside down. How they widen in surprise, and squint in a scowl, and show such emotion no matter how I choose to mask it; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare into them day and night, slowing melting in the gaze, always look straight.

Oh, how you know me.
01/02 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my mouth is the source of all your pleasure, moulding and forming words that make you melt.

You say how their fullness adds to the softness and gentleness when we kiss. How my words can ease the tension, and that they can be loud and emotional, or husky and low. How you love to press your lips to mine; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at their gracefulness, the sharp upturn when I smile.

Oh, how you know me.
01/03 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my tongue is the most lithe and sophisticated muscle in my entire body.

You say how it is a great battle when you glide your own against it, the wet heat of my mouth is almost like home to you. How a kiss can be intensified by the sliding of my delicate tongue; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at they way I lick my lips because it just attracts you to me.

Oh, how you know me.
01/04 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my teeth are the whitest light you have ever seen, and you could see them behind my smile a thousand worlds away.

You say how they shape perfectly in a line, all 32 of them. How I grit them together when I'm angry, or how you can barely make them out when I part my lips; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way I lick them when I'm engrossed in something.

Oh, how you know me.
01/05 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my nose has each curve and turn that forms shapes along my face.

You say how it turns as bright as a cherry when I'm out in the cold, how it twinkles when you tickle me. How it scrunches up in disgust or distaste; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way I sniff, exaggerating how the slight turn makes you whimper with a bright smile, telling me it's the most cutest expression.

Oh, how you know me.
01/06 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my ears are the most structured parts of my anatomy.

You say how they hide delicately behind my hair, leaving the ear rings for the day a mystery. How it's hard to decipher whether or not I'm wearing ear phones, blocking out all the noise, although I'm always listening to you; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way they twitch when a sudden noise rattles through and shakes my whole body.

Oh, how you know me.
01/07 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my eyelashes are the most delicate additions to my face.

You say how they flutter when I blink, and the way they push together when I squeeze my eyes shut, crows feet appearing on the outlines when I laugh. How they hood my eyes when I want no one to see; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way the mascara makes them look longer than they originally are, for show.

Oh, how you know me.
01/08 Direct Link

You tell me every day, how my forehead is the skin you kiss to reassure me.

You say how it creases when I raise my eyebrows in question or confusion, and how it's covered by locks of hair that fall down my face. How it is the expanse of skin that hides all my thoughts, leaving only the certain to reveal; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way I lay it in my palm, tired or stressed.

Oh, how you know me.

01/09 Direct Link

You tell me every day, how my hair is the most softest and gentlest thing you have ever felt run through your fingers.

You say how it blows softly in the wind, how it can curl and turn, elegantly forming with my head. How it hides my face when I wish to cover my expression; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way you bury you hand in the long locks, spending eternity feeling each string of hair.

Oh, how you know me.

01/10 Direct Link

You tell me every day, how my cheeks make you give in to my desires.

You say how they shine like the sun under the light, how they rise up when I smile at you, being the first thing I see in the mornings. How they hold my tears, caressing them as they fall; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way they puff up when I laugh, brightening up my whole face with the one simple expression.

Oh, how you know me.

01/11 Direct Link

You tell me every day, how my neck shows all the structures with each turn.

You say how it gives you access to all my secret spots, how you trail your lips affectionately from my chest to my jaw via my Adam's apple. How you can get me to relax just by pressing your mouth to it; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the bruises you have sucked on my neck, showing the world who I belong to.

Oh, how you know me.

01/12 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my collarbones allows you to bite, kiss and lick at the same time.

You say how you sink your teeth into the hard skin, how you connect, allowing yourself to become part of me. How I rest my chin on the bones when I let my head fall; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way I scratch them when I'm nervous or anxious, giving you a clear signal to comfort me.

Oh, how you know me.
01/13 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my shoulders are the perfect curve, aligning up my neck to my arms in a smooth posture.

You say how I roll them back in the morning as I yawn and stretch, how I use them to push up my scarf during the winter to keep my neck warm. How I hunch into myself when I hide in them; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way they shake when I laugh.

Oh, how you know me.
01/14 Direct Link

You tell me every day, how my arms are such lithe limbs that fall from my shoulders.

You say how I glide my hands up and down them to keep warm, how I use them alongside my hands to emphasise what I'm saying. How I wrap them around you when you require comfort; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way I use the long limbs to reach out for distant objects, showing the grace of the movement.

Oh, how you know me.

01/15 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my hands are the most busy parts of my body.

You say how they curl around an object and grip tightly, in all forms of the expression, how they can tell you all the things my voice cannot. How they write, draw, use to eat, drink, and how I run them along your face before kissing you lovingly; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way my fingers twitch in my sleep.

Oh, how you know me.
01/16 Direct Link

You tell me every day, how my fingers are long and are like a pianists.

You say how they could link into yours, holding your hand in comfort, how only a few flicks of them can give you immense pleasure and happiness. How they curl and twirl around my hair gracefully; because in the end, you’re always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me every day how you could stare at the way they run along paper in either a drawing or a story, creating a mess of beauty and sophistication.

Oh, how you know me.

01/17 Direct Link

You tell me every day, how my nails are the perfect shape and tone.

You say how I paint them in elegant colours that require precise concentration and an artistic vision, how I nibble on them when I have nothing better to do. How I rake them up and down your back, both gently and desperately; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way I tap them distractingly against a hard wood table in deep thought or boredom.

Oh, how you know me.

01/18 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my chest is the softest skin you have ever felt.

You say how I leave it open in the winter and covered in the heat, how I leave necklaces dangling and resting on the surface. How you rest your head in the centre and can oh so easily fall right asleep; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way it rises and falls softly when I breathe, mesmerised by the gentle movements.

Oh, how you know me.
01/19 Direct Link

You tell me every day, how my stomach is the perfect shape, although I can tell the exaggeration.

You say how your head slides down and rests on the rising expanse, how I lazily drop my hands and rest on it after a long day or dinner with you. How hopefully one day our child will be growing within the womb; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way it shudders when you kiss me in the centre.

Oh, how you know me.

01/20 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my hips are showing the elegant curve of the bones beneath.

You say how my jeans cling onto the edges of them tortuously, how they almost tense up when I move. How you place and rest your hands on them when we slow dance lovingly; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way they gracefully sway when I walk, claiming it just calls you to follow; an accusation I do not deny.

Oh, how you know me.
01/21 Direct Link

You tell me every day, how my thighs are the most wonderful surface you could glide your hand across, caressing.

You say how they structure my jeans perfectly, how they play a great part in making my legs long and lithe. How I wrap them tightly around you when we're in bed together; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way I tease them with my fingers, seductively motioning you to come closer as the touch danced along.

Oh, how you know me.

01/22 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my feet keep my walk in a strong and elegant posture.

You say how they keep my balance on the ice, how I stretch them after I take off my shoes, yawning alongside. How I dig the heels of my feet into your back, my toes curling in pleasure; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way I stand on the tips of my shoes when reaching for something taller than myself.

Oh, how you know me.
01/23 Direct Link

You tell me every day, how my voice is the most arousing source of sound you have ever heard, making you limp with lust.

You say how soft hushes could calm you down within a matter of seconds, how my words can fill you with passion and care. How I mumble inaudible phrases when I'm distracted or concentrating; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way my mouth opens seconds before a long audible moan shudders through me.

Oh, how you know me.

01/24 Direct Link

You tell me every day, how my breath is so warm and inviting.

You say how the soft sounds dull you to sleep, how it can go from harsh to calm within a matter of seconds. How it blows gently against your ear when we embrace; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way the cold of winter makes my breath go white and cloud like, alongside the heavy breathing as I curl up in my plaid scarf.

Oh, how you know me.

01/25 Direct Link

You tell me every day, how my skin is fragile and the perfect tone under any light.

You say how my hands go a pale white when we're out in the cold, how shadows can blend in with each curve of my gentle smile. How small goosebumps rise over the smooth surface when you compliment me; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way the sun rays glisten me a gorgeous orangey colour, making me look like royalty.

Oh, how you know me.

01/26 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my smile is the most brightening thing you have ever laid eyes upon.

You say how it is your life goal to make me smile, how my happiness leads to your own. How I have the sad smiles, laughing smiles, and those ones I try to hide but you blatantly see; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way they can oh so slowly curve up into a show of pure joy.

Oh, how you know me.
01/27 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my laugh is the one sound you could spend the rest of your life cherishing.

You say how it can start off small, and increase as I grow weaker to the emotion, how it fills me to the brim to let it go mere seconds later. How I attempt to hold it in when I know I should not; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way my lips curve before releasing unexpectedly.

Oh, how you know me.
01/28 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my tears are the one thing you wish to prevent unless they're from joy.

You say how when I cry, it causes you to cry with me, how you could hear the sobs a thousand worlds away. How I squint my eyes to prevent the fall, stubborn and refusing to cry; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way I wipe away my tears after you have made me happy once more.

Oh, how you know me.
01/29 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my concentration will take me away from the world and directly into my own.

You say how I can take out a book and I will immediately be unreachable, how I am almost dead with how unresponsive I become. How a still yet full of emotional expression crosses my features; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way I can be so lost in a universe, and become uninterested my own.

Oh, how you know me.
01/30 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how passionate I am about the most simplest subjects, falling into an abyss of fascination and compassion.

You say how my eyes brighten up at the mention of something I am completely and utterly interested in, how I can rant all day about the same subject. How I can give a full literature analysis, tiring you as I do so; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way my lips move in emphasis.

Oh, how you know me.
01/31 Direct Link
You tell me every day, how my love is unlimited for whoever deserves such trust.

You say how I can be so closed, then by reminding me of who you are, I fall right back in love with you, how I pepper you with kisses and hugs every day so you know. How even when I'm mad at you, I don't hide my feelings; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way my lips whisper those three words.

Oh, how you know me.