Only the sounds of soft moans and deep gasps will be the rhythm that our bodies will dance to. A cold paintbrush makes artwork along my canvas I call a body, and maybe you'll make something so beautiful I'll accept myself. We will spiral in love like a universe as the minutes go by but to us it's only stopping. Kissing, biting marks to only leave a trace that I was here, experiencing your beautiful body. To run my hands through your hair and hear you say my name in such perfection I feel it through out my body. I feel your lips drown in me and your taste runs in my veins, and every night i crave it. Your laugh as I'm thoroughly pleasing you makes me smile so much, as I kiss you softly. To have you melt in the palms of my hands, in comfort. Falling into each other eyes like some kind of galaxy.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC