sketched in softness

loved writing this:

You’re like a poem

Beautiful in every narrative

Shaped like sketches on paper

Your words as smooth with each scribble

Hands so light they could pass through souls

Lips so soft they could crack the most stern of hearts

Craving you brings up thoughts of aphrodisiacs

Cravings I never want to get rid of

I count myself lucky

To have at least touched such sweetness