His lips like ecstasy
Her lips cold as the Atlantic.
His breath that melts the frost
That kisses the tip of her nose.
Her eyelashes that flutter
Like a butterfly's gentle
Wings.
This love was
Sacred.
This love was
Fire.
Raging out of control and yet so beautiful.
His eyes that searched her soul.
The deep green mixing with the
Sun-kissed hazel
That flecked his irises.
The slight spatter of freckles
Stretching under her tired eyes.
This love was
Intimate.
This love was
Inescapable.
Raging out of control and yet so glorious.
His hands on her waist.
Her arms around his neck.
Warmth spreading from his fingertips
Over her icy skin.
A warm current spreading across the Atlantic.
The geography out of place
The puzzles matching up right
The contrast so great.
And yet
It was all
Heavenly.
This love was
Heaven.
This love was
Just out of
Reach.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
His lips like ecstasy
Her lips cold as the Atlantic.
His breath that melts the frost
That kisses the tip of her nose.
Her eyelashes that flutter
Like a butterfly's gentle
Wings.
This love was
Sacred.
This love was
Fire.
Raging out of control and yet so beautiful.
His eyes that searched her soul.
The deep green mixing with the
Sun-kissed hazel
That flecked his irises.
The slight spatter of freckles
Stretching under her tired eyes.
This love was
Intimate.
This love was
Inescapable.
Raging out of control and yet so glorious.
His hands on her waist.
Her arms around his neck.
Warmth spreading from his fingertips
Over her icy skin.
A warm current spreading across the Atlantic.
The geography out of place
The puzzles matching up right
The contrast so great.
And yet
It was all
Heavenly.
This love was
Heaven.
This love was
Just out of
Reach.
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