He looks like the first day of summer, smells like Spring and presses himself against me until he's covering me like the leaves of Autumn when they first touch the ground. He's a snow fall on a weekend and the perfect kind of melting when you need your schedule to resume as usual.
He's a shimmer of attraction when the light dances on his jaw and a delightful shade of cozy when the brightness dims, disappearing until we're settled in to nothing but outlines of one another, relying on touch and silly whispers for determining location.
His eyes make me feel like going for a swim, and never quite returning. His neck is constantly inviting me closer, silently egging me on until I'm thinking of how perfectly his scalp would feel beneath my fingertips, a smile dancing on his lips while I dote on him with well-deserved affection.
He's covered in hair; a cuddle to be reckoned with.
He's goofy; shy in a way that makes you want to melt his shell with kisses and awkward conversation.
He laughs at what I say because he's always thinking the same thing, and when his mind is aflight it never fails to join mine, drawing the most perfect, little hearts in the sky; out of clouds of love and longing.
1 comment:
Holycow.
That was amazing.
You're SO talented with words!
I miss the guy who made me feel like that.
(I'm Shellbee, from PSC)
:D
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