I’m not in love but

I love the way her cocoa brown hair cascades around her face,

the way she tucks it behind one ear or even when she hides her face behind it.

I’m not in love but

I love the way her pastel pink lips purse in annoyance,

the way they curl when she smiles or even when she frowns.

I’m not in love but

I love the way her caribe green eyes squint in the light,

the way she struggles to keep looking at me or even when she won’t look my way.

I’m not in love but 

I love the way her crushed velvet dress lies on the floor,

The way she slowly draws closer or even the way she rushes to my side.

I’m not in love but

I love the way the orange sky highlights her curves,

the way she flaunts her outfit in front of the window or even her naked body.

I’m not in love but

I love the way a springtime peach looks in her hand,

the way she plays with it in her hands or even the way she teases it with her lips.

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