You Are low,
show me your petals.

She lives life like the
silence of falling snow,
or like the smell of
fresh rain on her skin.

Pretty pink petals pull
open for me to taste
her sweet nectar,
let us pollinate.

I'm losing my souls
a step at a time.

My ears get hot when you
**** me at gunpoint.

The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.