- and then you feel his warm body and his collarbones and you want to write love letters on his skin so you do. (please wake up) His shirt is soft (it feels grey) but the skin underneath is softer. It is as if god has carved him out of diamond. M-Y- P-R-E-C-I-O-U-S. You wanna write it on his walls. And then you hear his strumming, his hum, the vibration of the metal strings, the wooden pick that he plucks. "I like the way you are when we're drivin' in your car"All Rights Reserved