Honeyed passion.

Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same.

I looked at you and I could feel it.

I could feel the love that filled my entire body. The kind that makes my toes curl and made me want to scream all my worries and fears out. A soft voice that whispered kindness and sweet promises.

Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. I think that has to be part of its miracle. Even after all this time, I still get butterflies when you smile at me. I still feel light when you press your lips against me. Pure feelings, impure thoughts.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. And I will not be afraid of your scars. “Mouthful of Forevers” by Clementine von Radics

I’m covered in you, dripping with sweet aroma, entangled in your alluring persona. Your finger prints engraved above my hips.

I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know, whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Still, wherever this road may take us, know you’re in my heart and there you’ll always be.

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