The curves of your hips remind me of the curve of mountainous hills that spill over the land like an ocean.
The words that exit your mouth remind me of the wings of angels, or butterflies caressing the air with such grace.
The poof of your cheeks remind me of quicksand that I die to fall into. I need to fall into them like I need to love you.
The color of your hair reminds me of the feeling of happiness. That bright, unnatural happiness. But it is so real.
The shine in your eyes remind me of the moon, glaring through the windows of an empty house, igniting each room with a life of its own.
The love I feel for you reminds me of your hips, and your words. Your cheeks and your hair. Your eyes and the rest of your perfectness.
Your body is a work of art. And the things you do only add to the love I feel for the paint strokes on your skin.
You are my favorite artist and you don't even have to try.
I found inspiration on tumblr, which is my life
~MMM.~
