I Like It

I like it,
When she traces her fingers on my palm,
When her finger touches mine,
When I allow her finger to travel up my arm.

I like it,
When she looks at me with her semi-hazel eyes,
When she gazes back when I gaze at her,
When she she looks beyond and doesn't notice me looking.

I like it,
When my fingers trace her lips,
When my fingers tickle her ears,
When my fingers feel the smoothness of her cheeks.

I like it,
When she says random things at the right times,
When tries to answer my calls in the morning,
When she wishes me goodnight.

I like it,
When she scrunches her nose wanting to act cute,
When she pouts trying to act cute,
When she blushes and actually looks cute.

I like it,
When I have lots more to say but I don't want to,
When you are wondering who I'm talking about,
When you ponder if all this is true.

I like it,
This feeling.