who would've thought that as soon as you opened those chapped lips of yours, i would discover my favourite sound. your voice and laughter fill my mind, the words dancing on my pale skin.
i hung off every last word that came out of that mouth of yours and i struggled with whether i wanted to kiss you or keep you babbling. oh how i wanted to kiss you. but i feared if i cut you short in that moment, it would be the last time i would be able to give ear to the magnificent sounds that came from between those pink lips. for i wanted to cherish every last syllable that slipped away from you.
your laugh made my heart flutter, skipping beats every time it echoed in my head. for it was the most beautiful and enchanting laugh i had ever heard. your chuckling could be mistaken for the sounds of heaven bellowing down, as i'm sure they sound similar. and if heaven doesn't sound like your laughter does, then i don't want to go.
i could listen to you all day long,
mindless chatter or not.
for
"your voice is my favourite sound"