The first thing I noticed about you was the curly hair that framed your face. Rich, soft, chocolatey brown hair. Your sharp jawline followed, little hairs crowded in patches from where the razor missed. I’d notice your green eyes and the way the street lights made them shine. Your moustache thick and alittle overgrown. Only noticed when the hair curled onto your lips. Your cupids bow having a missing gap of hair. I’d notice your smile. Lips thin and dry but smooth under my touch. Your nose frames your face. It curves down at the bottom, soft to the touch.