Confessing

So...I confessed to someone with this:

I am in love with you not so much with your deeds (okay maybe, with so much of it) but more so with your mouth, your words, and your way with them - neither curved nor straight nor coercive. They are mere words but caressed by your tongue they are incantations; and they're beautiful. Second, your voice - how you croon with it when you don't even sing. It's a finger curling seductively, beckoning (and I oblige). It casts spells and I am bewitched. I am in love with you.

It's embarrassing. Ha ha ha.

/cries/