you're, honestly,
a writhing mess
under me,
and it's quite hard,
for me,
to not tease you.
it's just pleasant
to see
that someone
actually appreciates
what i do.
it's raining hard outside,
so every sound we make
is just muffled by the noise.
your eyes
aren't as dark
as they usually are,
and i think
that makes me
happy
because that means
that, maybe,
just maybe,
you're happy,
too.
i didn't do
anything special
to catch your eye,
and you always
tell me,
that that's how
you feel, as well,
but if only
you could see
yourself
right now,
i'm pretty sure
you'd understand
how truly
lovely
you are.
YOU ARE READING
construing sentences
Teen Fictionthings can't always be bottled up. [lowercase intended // may contain second person point of view // trigger warning]
