Heaven? I haven't seen it, don't know what it's about. But there's something about his cheeks when they cave in to give way to his dimples. He smiles as if he is aware how my path to Elysium starts at the glint of his eyes. I wish nothing more than to trace my lips along the horizon of his neck and glide my tongue where the harmony of his smile sets in. I swear I've never known heaven, but I sure know how it tastes.












