White mountains capped in satin,
North face hiding behind a veil of frigid diamonds.
How I long to caress your powdered cheeks.
To float down your ivory aisles.
How I long to toast your champagne kiss.
To hear you softly whisper "I do" beneath my feet.
How I long to traverse across your velvet curves.
To fall head over heels into your feathery embrace.
It's something.
Old friends
New snow
Borrowed time
Blue sky
There's just something about getting cold feet.
I could wed you every single day & never grow tired of this frosted bliss.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
White mountains capped in satin,
North face hiding behind a veil of frigid diamonds.
How I long to caress your powdered cheeks.
To float down your ivory aisles.
How I long to toast your champagne kiss.
To hear you softly whisper "I do" beneath my feet.
How I long to traverse across your velvet curves.
To fall head over heels into your feathery embrace.
It's something.
Old friends
New snow
Borrowed time
Blue sky
There's just something about getting cold feet.
I could wed you every single day & never grow tired of this frosted bliss.
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