He was a work of art she never really understood, and time came where he was a mess himself, and that was the moment she knew him completely.
He was summer, a combination so wonderful that she finds herself lost in his warmth, entangled in his embrace of a world that’s entirely new yet feels like home.
He is heaven himself. Losing herself in the clouds of his eyes and drowning in angelic word springing from his mouth like never-ending fountain of love itself.
He is love himself that drives her weak to the bones and the cause of sprawling sheets and invisible marks trailing from her heart like love bites only they can see.
He is the cause of delirious desires and untamed thoughts she could ever have, driving her insane in every kiss, in every touch, in every breath he gives in to her.
He is the world to her. Everything
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
He was a work of art she never really understood, and time came where he was a mess himself, and that was the moment she knew him completely.
He was summer, a combination so wonderful that she finds herself lost in his warmth, entangled in his embrace of a world that’s entirely new yet feels like home.
He is heaven himself. Losing herself in the clouds of his eyes and drowning in angelic word springing from his mouth like never-ending fountain of love itself.
He is love himself that drives her weak to the bones and the cause of sprawling sheets and invisible marks trailing from her heart like love bites only they can see.
He is the cause of delirious desires and untamed thoughts she could ever have, driving her insane in every kiss, in every touch, in every breath he gives in to her.
He is the world to her. Everything
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