☁️
｡･:* ° . ･ﾟ * 🕯 . • * . • ° . ☁️
Details that spring from above a clouded angel with acreage bodies are guided with darling youths.
The kisses she may plant on every inch of her adorning body. She was devouring. Her body was devoured by a feeling she couldn't express but it told a whole story she would essentially read. The soft - tenderness of her skin was skimmed with the surface once her fingers touched her. Loving tips that lingers onto her body. The tempting warm honey - delightful bitter fragrance that touches her along from her glossy red savorable lips that she mouths on.
She was ravishing.
Pale - porcelain skin of an intrinsic touch of a women.
The specifically pleasing taste that she has savoured as she dawdled over her fresh smooth body. She was everything to her. Her light - soulmate - sweetheart - everything she could've asked for in a life she's given.
Light as a candle that reflects onto her back, the shimmering shades of grey and colors that told a story, glared & shadowed into those groggy solemn dark - bright eyes.
Her heart that was a giving soul, as warm as her body and light as a feather that was magnificent. She is truthful, bright, pretty, words that can describe a person with a light heart. She was at some point briefly a phenomenon at heart and to the eyes she lustrously gave to her lover. Her heart clenching, as she felt her touch against her shoulders - back and the hem of her waist. The honey feeling in her mind and the butterflies roaming conflictedly into her stomach. Her heart that raised as she felt those slender hands - fingers, brushed against her skin. Whispering sweet, adorning compliments into her ear as she nibbled carefully onto the tip of her earlobe. The respiratory cartilage that joints gently into her skin. The feel of her hands that would slither or roam around the young woman's body, she'd shiver in a constant stance of light that led her to a point of silence she refers as the hands of a maunder would talk and ramble about how pretty she was. Her partner's body was pretty, she thought.
Time has woven courage on my skin. I will shed whole - before it is taken away.
[ A promise... ]
－ Noor Unnahar
˙˚˙｡･ * 🍯 , * °.+ :･ﾟ˙˚˙‧̍̊
