- His skin was soft, the sweet scent of freshly washed sheets and body wash lingering on the nape of his neck as my sleepy lips found my way there easily - an area already accustomed to my morning kisses every day. Lips chapped as they followed the natural curve of his frame down to his chest & his throat, but he didn't mind - the warmth of my breath already more comforting than the feeling of my lips against his skin. If there was an easier way to wake him from a deep slumber, I haven't found it yet, and I don't think I'll ever forget the way his eyelashes flutter open and the smile appears on his lips when he stares back at me with a sleepy, blurry gaze. Almost as if he cannot see me, but he knows it's me. I'm lucky but I'm greedy with his kisses, and within an hour I've already lost count, yet I still crave more and more and more. And if he could see the way my heart lights up every time I look at him, I think he would fall in love with him, too.
- by ghostsinwhite |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 10/25/2014 |
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- Title: April 24th, 2014
- Artist: ghostsinwhite
- Description: A random entry from my journal about my boyfriend.
- Date: 10/25/2014
- Tags: april 24th
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