sephire25

You press soft supernova kisses through the space between each pearl of my spine and we melt and burn and shine light into dark corners of ourselves. Dripping ink bruises of love like flecks of stardust on black red, purple and blue, burning dwarfed in your wake. Painting the sheets with love, we ache - featherlight touches holding the gravity of galaxies in our bones; it pulls oceans. Quiet moans and sleep-matted smiles, the lull of your voice muffled on a pillow in the morning (my heart as red and warm as Mars). Colouring my skin blush, connecting constellation dots of scars and sorrow refracted rainbows uniting distant stars - This nigh