I wish for once that she could see the her that I can see; beauty that both steals my breath and gives it back to me.
She has the kind of beauty that takes your breath from your lungs, tears from your eyes and speeds your heart each time you look at her. She has the kind of beauty reserved for works of art, where men spend years of their life mastering their craft t...
Her beauty is a deluge washing my soul.
Her eyes Her body Her heart Makes me believe In magic In destiny In myself
Kissing her is warm wet dangerous magic. Her mouth conjures a storm inside me.
Let's burn our past down and make something better from its ashes.
