Andy Biersack

Just me dreaming

(I feel like I should make a whole nother entry) ((don't mind that)) just for his beautiful body. And not just his body, his everything, his existence. Who he is on the outside. His face, his neck. His shoulders, his torso, his hips, his thighs. his legs, his feet. Head to toe he is perfect. I don't understand how someone could be like this. He doesn't think he is but i do. It doesn't matter what he thinks. I'll start with his eyes. Ever since I saw him I've been appreciating the color of eyes more. His eyes are crystal clear.  They're so blue it's not even comparable to the ocean. It's more beautiful than the ocean. It's like icy glaciers falling into captivity of a island sea. Like something so cold yet warm. Like they can be electric some times but colorless at other. They fit him so perfectly, i cannot even describe. Since when can someone's eyeballs be perfect? Only him. Onto his lips, they are the perfect shape, the perfect tint. Like a pink ran into a world of saturation. Like so flushed with color it isn't even right. His lips aren't too big but not small at all. His bottom lip is perfectly sized like there is nothing better. They are never chapped, it's always this perfect pink color with no imperfections. His top to bottom lip ratio is like the definition of perfection. How is all I can ask. When he smiles it's like all of my worries disappear. I could be in the worst mood possible but seeing a genuine smile on his face is like a mother seeing her child for the first time. It's breathtaking. I don't even want to start on his laugh because there is so much to say, it's simply beautiful. His voice is to low it's like when he whispers he gives everyone around him tingles. When he chuckles, I can't even type this without smiling. It's the best thing to witness ever. And in person, in person it's like talking to an old friend. Like we've known each other for years and can tell us everything about each other. His chuckle is so fucking genuine. I saw a video earlier with him live trying to say something but he couldn't cause he was laughing. He softly giggled into the mic and my heart, my heart fluttered so far away from me. It's like what he does controls me. His laugh shoots me in the heart every time. It's like, lord, take me now. But then I realize I'm talking to him. I'm asking him to take me but he can't hear me. No one can hear me. I'm stuck in my own mind. This is my own fantasy. I can't help it I love him so much. What about him Makes me feel this way? I have no idea. His lips, they are so kissable. Have you ever seen a picture of him like a normal one and think. Damn, you are the best kisser ever but you've never felt the taste of his lips? It's like so sweet and so juicy. Like you feel like you should stop but you can't get enough. He is just all that. It's like I look at him and think, why? What did I do to deserve this? He took my heart but he is unaware of my existence. I want to kiss his neck. It is strange, but bear with me. To hear him moan would be the top of everything. Like everything anyone has ever achieved. I've never heard it before but I can only Imagine the perfection of it. To do the same to him as he's done to me. It is guaranteed to never happen ever but to think of a life like that! I have studied his body well, only the parts he has put out. But it's there. In my mind, forever. I'm raging with this feeling of him. His collarbones are sharp as a razor and when he contours them they are just... Unspeakable.... And his hips, his hips are so perfectly aligned. From mid torso to his mid thigh it's like a fucking arrow it's so perfect, you look at his stomach it's so flat, he doesn't even need a six pack. His stomach turns me on more.... Ive memorized his bellybutton. It's this perfect, shape like and when he laughed from his bellybutton to his chest rises and shifts. It's something you want to touch. Like when he moves and breathes and when he... Anything... He is perfect!!! Like to touch his abdomen would be a fucking life achievement right there, just imagine his sex goddamn. Sometimes I look at them and think... Juliet, you lucky bitch!! In all realness I love them both and they are both beautiful but sometimes I look at Andy, and he just makes my heart smile. My heart, as I can feel it, is beating faster and his face, his body just lift me out of mine. It's something my words here can't describe.