we lose ourselves in the wild blush,
and the moment grips at us to stay. here.
where time is no matter, and our heartbeats
are everything… so stay. here.
and just feel this.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the wild blush…
Tag: True Love
slow hands… and all your attention on me…
kiss slow and wild…
the way he loved her untamed…
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 →skin to skin and soul-tangled…
a complete mess of me…
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 →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 →the boys who bleed flowers and fire…
he’s got a little
mischief in his smile
and a little wild in his eyes,
but there’s bleeding in that heart
and a whole lot of passion in that soul,
and he doesn’t just make you feel things…
he lets himself feel it all too.
– the boys who bleed flowers and fire
– butterflies rising
Read More →love languages (blood + sugar + love + magic)…
love languages…
blood + fire… the wild. the passionate.
the visceral things that burn in your veins,
that bite at your senses, that give you a pulse
sugar + flowers… the sweet. the soft.
the vulnerable things that tender the walls
and break your heart open
love + soul… the deep. the true. the heart.
the lungs. the breathing. the wings. the free…
the things you ache for… and the ones that ache back
magic + stars… the infinite. the destined.
the things you feel beyond words, beyond bodies,
beyond… before… after… always.
– butterflies rising
Read More →destiny in those wild eyes…
like a sure thing…
you walk in
like a sure thing…
and i don’t mean
easy skin,
i mean sure love and
steady hands,
all that destiny in those wild eyes,
so much passion in that wild heart,
all the marks on you
and the strength in you
from the mountains within you
that you’ve scaled to get here…
it’s beautiful.
so many moons in you.
all to find your way to this light that’s
burning for you within me.
– butterflies rising
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