So, I was talking to my friend over drinks about everyone having a "thing".
His thing was legs. Okay, fair enough.
In that moment, trying to dumb it down, I said teeth and hands.
But then on the way home, my oversimplified answer made me uncomfortable.
What I meant and wished to say is that I have this thing for the unexpectedly sexy.
The entirety and strength of a grip, the way the lips frame teeth, the way eyes shift from foreground to periphery, the lilt in a tired voice.
Things you have to care enough about to notice.
This song falls under that category.
"While kneeling on the floor
I never wanted more
Above a hawk does call
I went with heavy heart
I’ll never leave you lost where we are bound to go
You are the only one to do it right
Oh baby, now you know"
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