My mind likes that way you giggle, that you get my jokes, that you accept my failings, and that you’re *just* slightly clever.
My heart likes that way you hold your face when you’re asleep, that feeling when I know you’re safe, that change in the air when you’re around, and that time you said that thing.
But my dick? My dick likes that you sit still and do what you’re told while I throw everything else away.