Thunder...in my chest.
The constant thumping clashes against my ribs.
Beats of a forgotten language.
Rhythmic melody that makes me blush. Sounds of love and tranquility echo throughout my body.
Blood rushes to my brain calling for action. Hesitation locks my movements.
I can’t move. I push harder and harder. Transfixed in a gaze.
She’s laying there.
As if the angles carved her from stone.
Eyes placed closed in a somber, I wish to free her from.
She wanders in the world of memories and dreams.
Unable to allow her to be trapped any longer.... I place my lips on hers.
The feeling of her warmth is....comforting.
The tightness from her lips begins to grip.
I hold her for a brief moment to allow her to fully regain herself.
Pulling away she opens her eyes to show my the galaxy’s trapped in her gaze.
She smiles... and says
“Goodmorning my love”
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
Thunder...in my chest.
The constant thumping clashes against my ribs.
Beats of a forgotten language.
Rhythmic melody that makes me blush. Sounds of love and tranquility echo throughout my body.
Blood rushes to my brain calling for action. Hesitation locks my movements.
I can’t move. I push harder and harder. Transfixed in a gaze.
She’s laying there.
As if the angles carved her from stone.
Eyes placed closed in a somber, I wish to free her from.
She wanders in the world of memories and dreams.
Unable to allow her to be trapped any longer.... I place my lips on hers.
The feeling of her warmth is....comforting.
The tightness from her lips begins to grip.
I hold her for a brief moment to allow her to fully regain herself.
Pulling away she opens her eyes to show my the galaxy’s trapped in her gaze.
She smiles... and says
“Goodmorning my love”
Best feeling in the world.
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