His perfect tan white skin. His long brown hair. His brown eyes that were the perfect ones. His soft hands when I felt him touch my skin. His deep voice you never wanted to stop talking, it would pull me in. When he would push my hair behind me to my back as he would lean down and kiss my neck. His strong perfectly crafted hands that would hold me so close. When he would put his hands on my waist to hold me tight and pull me close as he kissed my lips. His lips were the ones you never want to stop kissing. The lips you wanted to keep touching yours. The way he would pull me back into his arms when I'd try to walk away. And sometimes he would just stare at me with that look that made me never want to look away.
....I remember all of him....
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