Express The Distress

something divine

Everything you say is a poem. The words intertwine in all the right ways as they leave your dulcet tongue and caress my rose tipped ears. The words trickle out like smooth golden honey but sound sweeter than warm sticky butterscotch. When I look at you, I see the sky in your eyes, and the sun kissing your soft beige pink skin. And when I taste you, your mouth is warm as savory sap, leaving no distance as if there's nothing but us. You whisper to me and the stars come alive, that's how I know the world is anything but deprived. I inhale your scent and all I can think is your smell is hella fucking fine. We touch and even the moon itself swoons. Yes, your words are silk said poetry. I can go on and on, but you should know you yourself are something divine.