his eyes crinkle when he smiles and it drives me wild to the point where my breathing becomes erratic and i am a mere puddle under his touch- definitely worth it. he searches me like a puzzle piece trying to find where i fit in, categorize me by the trembling of my porcelain skin. underneath him i belong to no one, to nowhere. his fingertips trail up and down my body in a path he is well acquainted with, his sunday stroll takes a toll on my cavernous heart. i want to beg for more, but instead i relax. he always has a way of finding new ways to bring me back to life, diving into nooks and crannies i had never witnessed before- i am convinced he knows me better than i know myself as he gives my heart a tug. i smile. definitely worth it.
