That person who stimulates your mind and ignites the fire within your soul…

Sundays are for worship so come back to bed

By sorrowny

She painted color into my grayscale world

You give me butterflies and moths, maybe even dragonflies too.

baby, what did the world do to you for you to hold your own heart like it might break in your hands? who made you think you had to earn the right to be held?

forming a lasting opinion based on scent

don’t stop until i’m all soft sighs and bitten lips

Don’t mind the mess that I make of you.

Madness tastes like freedom

you are the fire burning my bones to ashes

My thoughts from my lips Welcoming your fingertips

I think we are something beautiful.

sundays are for sleeping in and letting time melt slowly between kisses

i want clingy. i want obsessed. i want your constant craving. i want every single last drop of you.

a slow dance, but with your lips on my collarbone

This is me and I am everywhere Rain on your skin In your mouth In your bed My heart only knows flood levels And you And rain You’ll never wring me out of you

you flood my mind and now I am drowning in you