Could it be his silky smooth touch.
Or the way he says love.
Could it be his deep sincere tone.
Or the way he answers his phone.
Could it be his rich smell.
Or the way when I’m upset he can tell.
Could it be his burning up temperature.
Or the way he lets his life occur.
Could it be his beautiful outlook.
Or the way he covered me when I shook.
Could it be the way he explodes.
Or the way he makes this sweet moan.
Could it be his gentle hands.
Or the way he hates pants.
Could it be the way me & him float.
Or the way he says my name deep within his throat.
Could it be the way he takes me higher.
Or the way he hates a liar.
Could it be the way we listen to the rain.
Or the way he takes away my pain.
Could it be the way he kisses me.
Or the way he wants himself to be.
Could it be the way he spoke.
Or the way he quit his smoke.
Could it be the way he loves me?
Or the way he wants it to be?