ANON I'M SCREAMING THIS IS SO SWEET i felt way too poetic and had to write smth like come on
this man just worships you, every curve of your body, every inch of your skin, and every discovered or unexplored meander of your personality
he'll never tire of your smile, your eyes, the way your body welcomes his hands
the mere thought that you love him makes him less miserable, almost to the point where he feels blessed. What has he done in a previous life to deserve you?
He kisses your forehead to thank it for carrying all your ideas
He kisses your cheeks and lips to thank them for making you smile
He kisses your neck to thank it for making your voice bloom
He kisses your shoulders to thank them for being so gracefully illuminated by the sun
He kisses your hands to thank them for speaking and expressing when your mouth can't
He kisses your chest to thank it for carrying your heart
He kisses your soul to thank it for existing
But he needs more than just thanking you. He would offer you pearls of rain from countries where it never does, he would dig the earth until after his death to cover your body in gold and light. What would he be without you than this hour stopped on the watch face, what would he be without you than this stammering.
"I love you," he whispers against your ear as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, his pelvis touching your thighs as your lips let out the most beautiful sounds that music has ever created.
What would he be without you but a sleeping heart? You took him by the hand in this modern hell where the man no longer knows what it is to be two.
"I love you," he murmurs as he kisses your cheek, inhaling the scent of your skin until he's intoxicated and the sensation never leaves his memory.
Those who speak of happiness often have sad eyes. Isn't that a sob of disappointment?
He felt like a broken string in the guitarist's fingers and yet he now says that happiness exists elsewhere than in dreams, elsewhere than in the clouds, elsewhere than imagination.
"I love you," he breathes as he kisses your lips and you give him the gift of pleasure, as you make him feel the perfect pairing of sentiment and carnal desire.
He's waiting for the universe to shrink down to your hearts, to be safe from the wicked and the mad, waiting for your moments to drag on for hours and for the thread of time to wrap itself around you.
Prepare some of your time, because for you he has all of his.