𝓗𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷

𝓗𝓮 𝓲𝓼 like a warm, weighted satin quilt that has been draped overtop my being, my heart grasps a new language unknown by me, that I failed to understand until his touch seeped into my bones.
𝓗𝓮 𝓲𝓼 not here nor there but a little bit of everywhere, the beauty of his racing mind, leaves no rock untouched. His eyes turn childlike when 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓼 fold into chats of endearment, a stream of passion pours desperately out him until his stream breaks way into an ocean of...