( Author's note : Extremely Cringe XD )
As i saw him close to my naked eyes
I could feel him breathing for life
As he leaned on me
His breath tickled my skin - and it blushed
His face was cut from stone indeed
Cut by Archipelago from the skies
He overturned the illusion of perfection
With his finest knife , nails and tools from Heaven
His jaw line - going down to his chin
Could cut a tender fruit into two pieces
Not entirely pointed - but only just
To make the edges worth stroking - a treat to my sorry fingers
His lips - the softest thing to touch
Nurtured and cared by his moist tongue as he licks and smacks
And also when he kisses
And makes that sweet sound when it touches your skin
When he opens his mouth
Out comes the choir boyish falsetto - that ages like sweet wine
That crisp voice that could wear different attires
Based on emotion , vibe , aura and self - validation
His nose - carefully pointed
And perfectly positioned
Out comes the breath - as he exhales with metabolism
In he breathes to nourish his blood , bones , and every cell on his body
Hearing that rhythmic breath , a silent vibration
Is indeed a therapeutic experience
Then comes the cheeks , married with the cheekbones
Don't pull it too hard , he won't thank you for that
He ain't that chubby , but his cheeks are worthy
To touch, blush and to kiss - with severity and affection
His eyelashes are long and soft
As he brushes your skin with it , a butterfly kisses you
Soft and tiny hairs from his eyelids , but don't be fooled by its size
They are divine , heavenly - and incredibly satisfying to touch
As his eyelids open , his small eyes are revealed
Squishy and tiny , but definitely unique.
As he looks at you , a sparkle is formed in his pupil
His eyes are made out of sapphire, not a blue pigment
His forehead , as you stroke it
He hums with pleasure and solace
His skin is delicate , and precious
Oh boy , i couldn't describe it in words
His eyebrows
The edges of Norwegian Fjords
Stroke it and let your fingers seduce it with admiration
As he raises it up - it makes your heart beat faster
His hair , Oh my - It ain't hair
They are heavenly strings of brown silk from Athena's weaving threads
Breathe in it , smell it . Nuzzle it and kiss it
Or Ruffle it and mess it up - he will love you for that
Messy or Not messy - Morten's Hair will never change its identity.
Once again , i agree with my words:
His face was cut from stone indeed
Cut by Archipelago from the skies
He overturned the illusion of perfection
With his finest knife , nails and tools from Heaven
This is an explicit description of Morten Harket's face :)
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To Hakkespetter
FanfictionWeird, Cheesy but heartfelt thoughts dedicated to Morten Harket from a-ha :) This is slowly turning into a-ha memoir / one shot book , so here's another addition to my description 😄
