(*-`ω´-*)   ♡   ! ! ! ! ! ! 

           ‘    …… you think so?    ’  fall is clothing the trees , leaning into a lover with a smile , the soft baby pink rush of happy hour a light on tender cheekbones. the sky is beautiful today and they are radiating / white gold radiance / and blooming fingers play at the soft cotton cloth of a keepsake / her young lover’s old turban. it rests protective and warm around her / a safety , a memory , a belonging, flowers and buttermilk and gentle spices and cinnamon , and she adorns it tenderly as a scarf , settling into him / into all of him. ‘    hee, then… it’s mine, okay? it keeps me warm , and i - i’m cold , it’s cold , and well …. you need to warm me up, so ——please?   ’ 

             ( ˘ ³˘) ❤ 

whomst'd've'ly'yaint'nt'ed'ies's'y'es

           a secret heart , a kiss gently stolen / there’s not a single wish for words here , just laughter + intimacy and giggles crackling with want. against a backdrop of soft , flushed cheeks, a smile / a small miracle: a singing , gentle love , scraped with worship + tender with song.how sweet she finds him then , how light / a hand fastened to the small of her back , her mouth a fleeting murmur against his jaw. i’m a fool for you , you beautiful boy , and she laughs with a flush / with a step and a stumble. here , they both come tumbling down , limbs clumsy + tangled. again , their laughter: in every guise , she loves him. in every guise , she’ll far to her knees and adore. ‘ …hee , you idiot. you fell. ‘