Placing the black roses on your dressing table I walk towards your sleeping self. If peace has a face it definitely has to be yours.
Treading my hands through your hair I massage your scalp slightly. It makes me laugh at the idea of you using your pretty little head to find out about the stranger in your room who also saw you in a towel. Add or subtract a detail or two.
I can see a slight frown settled between your threaded brows. Stacy and Kennedy are quite the fashionable influence to your nerdy self.
Easing the frown with my index finger I let my thumb cover the expanse of your jaw and trace your lower lips.
The memory of your lips against mine in a passionate kiss is still fresh as the flowers placed on your dressing table. Seems like I have my work cut out when it comes to impressing and surprising you.
Your reactions do surpass my immaculate calculations and imagination.
I love it when you use those expressive grey eyes of yours and turn these adorable red lips into a pout. Makes me want to kiss the hell out of you every time I see you frowning over small affairs and mundane stuff.
You are definitely meant for so much more, my Queen.
