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There's nothing like the feeling of a new relationship.
And whether it works or not, you still have that place between meeting someone new and falling in love with them.
This is a tribute to mine.
Contact me:
thatplaceinbetween@tumblr.com
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#22:
I love it when you pull my face closer to yours as you leave kisses on my face. Our foreheads touch and our eyes meet as you gently leave a trail around my face with your hand. I feel my heart pound as I look at you again and I see your lips parting slowly to plant a kiss on mine. Such simple gestures, simple moments never fail to leave me breathless.
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#21:
I love how you look at me when we make love. The sparkle in your eyes glow brighter, you grip me closer, you part your lips and give me a smile that makes my heart beat faster than ever. And then, you speak. And you tell me how amazing I am, how much you love being with me. And I’m enthralled. Too enthralled to reply sometimes so all I can do is close my eyes and thank the universe for bringing you to me.
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#20:
I love being on long rides with you because it’s a rare thing. The other day, we laughed and joked around. You then told me that I was “cute” as you stroked my face and leaned forward to give me a kiss. I slowly pulled away but you held me there, ignoring my protests that the light was going to turn green. We kissed some more then you held me, my hand on your chest. You took your other hand off the wheel and put your other arm around me. “I wish I didn’t have to let go. Maybe I can just drive using my knees.” You said. All of this happened in such a short amount of time but it will be in my memory for longer than that. I can’t wait for more memories.
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#19:
I love how you stared at me through a glass window. The blinds gave your face lines as you smoked your cigarette and I was in the kitchen cooking dinner. I was in conversation, laughing with my sister and niece. I look up and a few feet away, hardly seen, I see that beautiful smile. My heart pounds as I feel the heat from the stove and I look at you staring at me, smoke flowing from your lips. You smile, I smile. And I see you pucker your lips as you send me a kiss and I feel more heat rushing through my body. I wonder where it came from but does that even matter? What matters is you. And that moment.
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#18:
I love your hands. I love how you gently stroke each of my fingers with yours. I love the feeling it gives me. I love being held my them. Your hands…so strong yet so gentle when they hold mine. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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