
Every time I hear your name, the butterflies begin fluttering within me,
seeing you in my dreams has never been enough,
my name being said upon your lips, I wonder how they taste,
you smell of petrichor, I have never known anything as sweet,
how I'd give anything to have your hands upon mine and never letting go.
About the Creator
Angel Adagio
A story worth telling đŸ–¤



Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.