I'd sing about your thin, convex, almond eyes and gentle mouth, which has lips that curve into a smile when you see me; about your hands, perfect amount of roughness to them, which always shoot goals; about your breath which come more quickly when you're anxious; about your lightly-curled brunette hair, which gleamed in the sunlight; about your slender arms which could do so much work; about your well-toned legs, which jump so high up in the air in order to reach for the ball; and about the wonderful scent of you skin which smelled of sea air, sweat and a unique hint of indescribable fragrance
Words i never got to say, my previous.
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