her touch was soft,
mapping out the constellations of freckles on his shoulders and back,
pale skin,
blue eyes and golden hair against the dark sheets of the bed,
words of honey left her lips,
spreading warmth throughout his body,
she was the sun he had been chasing for years,
too bad eclipses only last for a few brief moments.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
her touch was soft,
mapping out the constellations of freckles on his shoulders and back,
pale skin,
blue eyes and golden hair against the dark sheets of the bed,
words of honey left her lips,
spreading warmth throughout his body,
she was the sun he had been chasing for years,
too bad eclipses only last for a few brief moments.
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