there is a love in which i will always know you, just incase you forget.
love elizabeth s.
Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir
there was a moment - still, golden.. when her skin met mine and my mind fell silent. this wasn’t just desire. it was something older, deeper. like my soul, who had been waiting lifetimes, had found its home.
she looked at me like I belonged, and I melted into her as if I always had. tasting her, touching her, felt like being handed the language of the stars.
there aren’t words for what it felt like to touch her like that. to be inside her, to taste the kind of beauty that ruins you in the best way; soft, wild, holy. like poetry with a pulse. she is raw beauty, quiet fire, a universe I want to spend forever unfolding.
and I can’t wait to place my promise on her finger.
wanna cuddle nude and nuzzle my face into their neck and kiss them softly and revel in the feeling of skin on skin and doze off together with our hearts beating in sync