skin

if you ever asked me what i like most about you, i probably wouldn't be able to lie. it is your skin, baby. your pale, soft, sometimes reddened and blushed skin. i love the way it looks in the sun, i love the way it looks in dark. when you smile, my fingers ache to touch your cheeks, and sometimes i do. because your skin is the best thing about you. not your eyes. not your smile. not even your personality. it's your skin, baby.