
your
lips on
my skin
and i crumble
into
wild little
butterflies
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way he loved her untamed,
with breathing room and growing space.
letting her have wings and fires burning…
how he’d just watch the light play with
the glow in her skin.
– butterflies rising
Read More →to be such a soft thing…
and still let everything made of fire
run so wild in her veins
– butterflies rising
Read More →when i love, it’s the littlest things about
someone that can make a complete mess of me…
details, i love madly in details.
– butterflies rising
Read More →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 →just let the chaos in you be beautiful…
you are such a soft and wild thing.
– butterflies rising
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