I only have eyes for you, I say. And I mean it. He is the new standard for all things. Everything is beautiful and then there is him –a whole new definition of ultra-beautiful. When he hugged me last, I almost didn’t feel his arms. His skin is my skin: the very temperature and tempo matches mine, or mine to his. He is his own category.
Words: Kyleigh McPhillips. @wildsomethiing
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