The Boy With The Caramel Lips

Swift breeze, gentle touches, fresh air.

With one as sweet as candy, everything else I deal with, and as for all my other problems? I don’t care.

Innocent whispers, a sweep of my hair, he calls out my name and I look up and stare.

The boy with the caramel lips.

His I love yous, His attention I long for, he is all that I want.. being around him feels like such a big win..I can only dream of being the girl who becomes lucky enough to carry his future kin.

From empty and shallow, to alive and whole - he fills my being with deep desire.

His laugh, smile, and the way he holds me are things of which I will never tire.

With such bravery and such intensity are the ways he cares for me. Enough that the moment he calls every part of my being wants nothing more than to flee..into the arms of the boy with the caramel lips.

The things I feel for him are that which I find hard to put into words. He makes me lose my mind, but ensures to bring me back to him every time..something no one else can and will ever do. With him I feel that I can always fly to new highs..to be with him is to feel free like the birds.

Strength in his voice, the purity in his kiss, I’ve never in a lifetime met someone quite like this..

The boy with the caramel lips.