…curious fingertips
on dangerously soft skin
– butterflies rising
Read More →Tag: Skin
skin to skin and soul-tangled…
you don’t ever want to come undone…
her
cherry lips on
his whiskey-flavored kiss
and that kind of sugar that
can cause a hard defense
to soften. so. easy…
and you end up with your walls down
and your mind forgotten
and your pulse. affected.
all of it tangled up together…
his heart. her heart. his curious fingertips…
her dangerously. soft. skin.
how you lose your senses in that kind of love…
you get wrapped up in so. much. sweet.
and you don’t ever want to come undone.
– butterflies rising
Read More →lose ourselves in the wild…
meet me where we can lose ourselves in the wild and feel it all… burn and breathe at once in our skin. out of our lungs. pouring the aches from our chests, with our wings wide open.
– butterflies rising
Read More →soul-tangled with you…
soul-tangled
with you.
you were an imprint here
before we touched wild skin.
you were a feeling. a sense.
and now
you’re an instinct. a gravity.
with. you.
my heart has no defense.
i feel chemicals with you.
my skin remembers you.
and when our bodies have to
untangle and let this life turn over
you’ll be just a feeling
and just a sense…
but only until
we’re skin to skin again.
– butterflies rising
Read More →tennessee whiskey and cherry lip gloss…
…the tennessee whiskey on his lips with the cherry lip gloss on mine
– butterflies rising
Read More →her cherry lips on his whiskey-flavored kiss…
all tangled up…
all of it tangled up
together… his heart. her heart.
his curious fingertips… her
dangerously soft skin.
– butterflies rising
Read More →sunlight and stardust…
the way the
sunlight danced on her skin
and stardust lived in her eyes…
he knew he’d never want
to look away
– butterflies rising
Read More →dissolve into stars…
and maybe tonight we just dissolve into stars…
leaving gravity behind, quieting our heads and
trading all our dreams and curiosities
between soul and skin
– butterflies rising
Read More →between soul and skin…
maybe tonight
we just dissolve into the stars…
leaving gravity behind,
quieting our heads and trading
all our dreams and curiosities
between soul and skin.
i just. get. restless.
and i can’t stay too human
for too long… it’s too heavy.
i need to leave the atmosphere,
or pull your soul aesthetic closer;
close enough to taste moon dust
in the back of my throat.
and whether we actually transcend
or just lose all sense…
i don’t care.
let’s break open and
scatter and spill and spill…
our wild universes
colliding under these stars.
– butterflies rising
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