ellimajlovesecnerwal

summer. there is nothing more beautiful than your eyes, and they ignite my sky to flame, galaxies ripping open for us. we dance under burning suns and I watch as your mattress becomes my dancefloor once the lights go down. I watch, wide-eyed, as your shoulderblades and my cheekbones fit quite nicely together, two pieces of a metaphorical jigsaw puzzle sliding into place. we match, naked flesh against navy covers, love against night sky. your reckless fingers rack my bones with abandon, and it's understood that we can never turn back once the sun rises, rays of gold and mauve finger-painted, smeared along the horizon. and the sun does rise,