you are love.

you stretch your fingers and flirt with the morning light, arch your back and then curl up against the curve of my neck. i draw on your skin, like i would with my tongue. you feel the way love should. like warmth has cradled my heart with tenderness. like serenity has drizzled in between my…

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Sundays are for lovers*

Come lie down next to me, my fingers drawing circles in the palm of your hand, your ear against my beating heart, your lips drawing breath from my lungs. Curl up against my waist and fit into my curves like the gods have created your body solely for mine. The sun comes in through light…

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Story of three.

I remember the time you put your tongue between my lips and told me how you’ve never kissed anyone with the taste of licorice in their mouths. You let your hands drop down my waist and said that I’m made of the bitter taste of Heaven. Your fingers traced my shoulder and my heart pounded…

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Sundays are for lovers

With eyes half shut, and golden glows falling in cascade on your skin, I draw flowers sprouting from your spine. There are words that send me into a frenzy, and then there’s the sound of you breathing into this morning light. I see you wrapped up in sheets that don’t stand a chance to the…

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Sundays are for lovers

Quiet feet touching under the soft covers as arms come closer and goosebumps dance together on our spines. All senses intertwined dancing on the rays of the sun, shyly creeping through the curtains. I turn to you, hide my face in the bone that holds the curve of your shoulder and the softness of your…

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