delectabledeviants:

Kissing you is like walking into a room lit by Christmas lights.

That smile. That smile buckles something metal inside my heart. Once strong, now a piece of artwork unforetold. You position it in the foyer of my every perspective.

Even when i’m without you, it is there. You are there.

I marvel at it’s edges, the textures within the ways my eyes caress it.

You’re a conundrum. A puzzle to me, that I want to keep on trying to unlock.

For always.

You see how much I .. those three words .. you - and it makes you giggle. Pulling on the sides of my hair, you’re looking at me, into me, waiting for my eyes.

But they are closed and I am blissed, breathing in the scent of you. Of how you radiate against my fingertips. How you’re undressed. Of how I want you.

My blissful little princess, there’s a castle in my being that is built for you, yet I cannot speak of it.

But it’s playing as a sparkle, with mischeif within it’s hiding.

In my every gaze. In my every glance. As I open my eyes.

And look at you.

I ..

[Those.. three .. words]

*Sparkle*

*Hide*