You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known- and even that is an understatement.
Bless this mess, we tried our best, that’s all that we can do…
Someone whose smallest movements amaze me: her hair falling over her eyes, the soft swell of her hips when she lies down, a deep sigh when she sleeps.
Someone who maps every ticklish part of my body and then uses her knowledge strictly for evil.
Someone who paints our bodies black and makes love with me under the stars.
Someone who burns through my chest like that first shot of scotch.
Someone whose tongue, if we’re kept apart too long, would nervously trace my face into the roof of her mouth.
Caught Up in You. 1920s.