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Lovely Things

 
To love him, leaves me bound like the notion of hand fasting.

It's something, something so intoxicatingly devious & delicious, and I just can't help but to indulge myself with thoughts of him all over me.

I don't know whether I'm attracted to his innocence or the underlying deviance that I ache to unleash, or whether or not it’s the sweet words that seem to roll of his luscious mortal tongue.

The tongue in which I crave to taste remnants of me, all over him. I'm a deviant, like that. 

I wanna make memories with him, memories that last a lifetime, devious but happy memories that leave me floating through my day, pining to make it home, just to make more memories with him.

The raw kind that linger upon your pysche for days, weeks, months and years after the moment has evolved.

The kind that triggers the memory centre with flashbacks. Because. Those, are lovely things. However, he's stuck in the deep blue of all his uncertainty as she lingers on a platform declaring she’s lost, just as he’s about to take that next step, with me.

He, is like the storm that alters my cobalt skyline as each imagined moment, changes my inner landscape and I long for days gone by as we drifted upon the waves of possibility, and happily ever after.

He's the crest of all things nature, and if I peek inside him, he's filled with peaks and valley's with a river of love that flows straight through the middle of me.

A bruise from pressed lips is a clear depiction of his hunger, and I tip toe through his psyche to find solace, seeking to hold the immortality that's embedded in the depths of his heart, like shrapnel.

He's lovely, and the thoughts and feelings he planted in the depths of me, were lovely things.

He's symbolic of all my weaknesses, and I find myself chasing him like a little girl chases butterflies underneath the rays of sunshine, or drops of rain.

But then again, he's like a wildfire that burns constantly as I ache to touch upon his lips to see if the letters of my name fall from them, in long passionate kisses.

He seeks me, and I reciprocate because I know he's my kind of heavenly bliss, from dawn to dusk.

But.

I suspect I'm not the only one, it's been like that for years as a plethora of his truths are scattered all over the place, and the warmth of his kiss easily becomes frigid upon my ruby tinged lips as I trace the letters of his name, that remain, embossed upon them.


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