My papi is another of the amazing people in my life. He , like my papa, is apart of my daddy. He is the most kind and amazing person I know, at least one of them. I have never fought with my Papi, and I hope that I never will.
My papi has dark raven hair that curls gently across his head. His silver eyes are gentle ponds of water, each emotion creating ripples. Just like with every other lover, I don't love him for only his looks. I love him for the calmness he brings, he can bring me back to earth with only a glance.
His voice, like my daddy, is hard to describe. His voice soothes me and excites me at the same time. He is able to bring me from the verge of panic and take me to the brink of joy in just one sentence. I could listen to him simply talk, for hours on end. He can make me swoon by just calling me "his".
I write for him, because when I speak I feel I can not properly tell him what I want to say. Words get lost when he smiles, and suddenly all I can do is babble. I write to him in a place he can see and a place where the words will not fade. And here is were I proclaim my love, not just for him, but for them all.
My Papi, a name I call him when I am in little space, but he is not just that, he is my best friend, my love, and my everything
