His Love
His Love


I can't describe him in words. He is charismatic and the full moon which covers my darkness. He can make me feel hollow and whole at the same time. His kisses are vanilla to me. His touch maps my skin and heals my scars and burns. The way he holds me he can put my broken pieces together. He can put colours in my dew, pour down my body and paint my pale torso. His eyes can show me the universe and his lips can melt any hardcore ceramic. His voice is so desirable and electrifying it can grow blossom over a shrivelled thorny bush. His smile is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, it can bring a corpse to life. He has more affect on me than cocaine. And now I crave for him more and more until one day every piece of me comes out again like a starburst making a new universe created by him with his essence.