My pookie:
- thinks I don't hear her when she sings in the shower
- first than to me, she is married to her work
- turns into a real tomboy when we watch football on tv
- has the ability of bearing me even when I'm the most hateful person in the world
- loves when I run my fingers through her hair
- drives me crazy when she tells me she wears some sexy underwear under her sober lawyer clothes
- has the most perfect mocha skin I've ever seen
- sometimes makes a detour to the park on the way back home from work just to smell the scent of freshly cut grass
- loves to watch shooting stars from the window
- thinks I'm unaware of her fixation with my ass
- cried only at Angel's funeral and I never saw her cry again, but sometimes I hear her sobbing during the night
- loves to tangle her legs with mine in bed
- still blushes a bit when we kiss in public, and that makes her even sweeter
- is afraid of thunderstorms and wants me to hold her tight when the wind is howling outside
- must look in the vocabulary every single word she doesn't know the meaning
- can drain a beer faster than me and she never fails to make me aware of it with a teasing smirk
- loves to slap my bra and see me go mad
- doesn't eat cornflakes because she says they taste like polystyrene
- thinks I don't know she has a collection of Playboy in a box under the bed. Heheheā¦
- puts her face close to mine while I'm waking up and laughs her ass off when I open my eyes and get scared
- comes to cuddle me whenever she sees me sad
- always wear a delicious perfume that makes her smell like vanilla
- loves to turn on the radio and dance with me
- can't talk on the phone without drawing things on a paper
- isn't perfect, but makes me feel the luckiest person on Earth every day of my life
This is my Joanne. She's born this way.
