The philosophy of my thoughts

Small dusties

I felt your fingers tingle once they touched my skin, dancing around every protein, goosebump, and scar. I felt your breath thickening, your body lingering, and your ears start listening. I remember your innocent giggles and our innocent mingles, which are leaving me restless and senseless by my self on this December night.

Kiss me one time. I'm dying to know if this is real if you are real. I wonder if you know how deeply I have climbed into our endless bath of kisses and sweet words? I didn't mean to scare you yesterday. All I wanted was not to break into pieces in front of you. Not, wanting you to glue the remaining pieces together.

I remember running my fingers through your long locks and smiling at the sense of happiness it brought you, causing you to pull me closer. Now holding my hand closer to your chest and leaving a small mark of love by your lips as you fell asleep to the sound of my soft and innocent mumbles of poetry. You inhaled my permanent perfume and told me, "your smell is enchanting, leaving me feeling safe for once. I have never felt that".

I remember laying my head on your chest and feeling safe, a feeling unknown to my thoughts, ideas, and mind. It got quiet once we fell on the field of poppies and sunflowers as you played with my hands, trying to catch the small dust bunnies flying in the air. I felt warmth like an embrace of care and love because you loved me.

xoxo a smart intellectual