8/23/20
when he wants something
he doesn't ask for it
nor does he beg for it
no. he speaks in his sweetest of ways. where his cherry lips purr against your tender skin. his slender fingers dry the tears that rush down your strawberry cheeks.
he's clever in that way.
he reassures you that you are as bright and as lively as the sun. your body is a temple that brings him to his knees in worship. you were made to fit within his arms and curve into his body.
-because of him you learn sweet nothings are a weapon
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much prouder of this one haha
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