"One eighth of my heart is for tea & penning silly things on blank pages."
she murmurs under her slow breaths.
A little inward gasp falters her heartbeat upon the realization that the seven eighths of her heart has been unwittingly stolen by Mister Him.
"Sweet-heart, you have managed to take one ∞ of mine."
His voice is like buttery sunshine on winter-bitter skin.
"That's not possible, silly boy!"
Her smile punctuating each letter, sighs of bliss lives in the spaces.
"What I meant was: You have taken all of me. Not just my heart.
Soul & body.
The little kaleidoscope of moments I think at 2am are already hopelessly tangled with that hell of a smile, the astute wittiness
and
the
curve
of
your waist."
For now, I have only taken one whole of your lips. I think. He pauses and winks a upside crescent moon.
I have made you
speechless.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
"One eighth of my heart is for tea & penning silly things on blank pages."
she murmurs under her slow breaths.
A little inward gasp falters her heartbeat upon the realization that the seven eighths of her heart has been unwittingly stolen by Mister Him.
"Sweet-heart, you have managed to take one ∞ of mine."
His voice is like buttery sunshine on winter-bitter skin.
"That's not possible, silly boy!"
Her smile punctuating each letter, sighs of bliss lives in the spaces.
"What I meant was: You have taken all of me. Not just my heart.
Soul & body.
The little kaleidoscope of moments I think at 2am are already hopelessly tangled with that hell of a smile, the astute wittiness
and
the
curve
of
your waist."
For now, I have only taken one whole of your lips. I think. He pauses and winks a upside crescent moon.
I have made you
speechless.
