kissing when you’re half asleep is the best thing ever
Her lips are roses painting the white picket fences of my imagination
Her hair is night falling tangent to her eyes, aligned like constellations
Her smile writes volumes on my paper frail heart
With ink color red it’s the loveliest of arts.
The way she kisses me I feel under water
It’s just a feeling that takes your breath away
But I don’t struggle
I let it kill me, I drown myself in her, do you feel me?
wtf is an acronym
I wish you’d show up at my door and kiss me.
Why not write about her 1 am twitches as she sleeps next to you? And the morning that’s bout to come? Beautiful.