Romance, The highest Peak of it Options

[cewinee]

Wrote this tonight for my boyfriend.. our 2year anniversary next Thursday, how's this?

He wants the lights left on? she does too. Let her look at the split stars shined upon her, although she sleeps better in the dark. How is it possible to bear the distance between two flamable bodies that combine to make one soul. Love is more real than God. Sex is more powerful than any weapon. Look at the stars she’s lined up for him. Does it make him reify how fragile they are? He’s honest. But he honestly doesn’t know how much time she spends thinking of that other world beyond average perspective. She’s the first. Took her flower and uptil now they hold it together with every sincerity. He wants her to be his last. There’s oceans in between them, it’s not so bad, it’s not that far. When she’s broken he’s the kind who’d bend for her. She remembers that time, when he took her shattered heart and helped her put the pieces back together again with magic gloves on. By accident he picked some of his own and made it bigger and stronger. They shared it too. Since when has anyone known what they wanted? She hasn’t waited all her life for someone like him. They just bumped into each other and ruled the world. He broke her skin. She loves how he still does that. Filled her up with life. This is life - or something like it.

She is a writer, he knows it since the first day as he enjoys to read her as a book he would never get bored to read again. Her words never die. They are always as alive as her feelings for him. He usually does not know how to answer those written attentions but with a kiss sealing her lips. His place is haunted by the scent of her perfume. He likes it. It wanders in the rooms as something that has always been, floating like a dream. Yet today, he immediately notices her imposing scent is a little washed away by something sweeter. He arrives. Takes off eitiher his light shirt or dark pants, rushing to the doorknob as if in any second she could disappear. She looks at him and lets her arm fall into his direction, her fingers trying to reach him. It is the ultimate invitation he cannot refuse. He takes her hand as if it was something fragile and slides his fingers along hers to kiss them tenderly. She smiles. Her skin smells good. A bit arrogant just like she is sometimes, that's her way to show her presence. And he knows better than ever she is here right now, with him, ready to be taken care of. He releases her hand. He owns her. She owns him. He knows he is the luckiest man on Earth because she has his heart since he has hers. For the same reason, she often tells him how his skin is addictive because it tastes as sweet as his mind.

She loves his smile. That is why she makes him smile. She loves it even more when it's a smile of contemplation when he loses himself in her eyes. He squeezes her hand and feels like tears of joy roll on his heart. She is the one. They love beyond all material meaning. If you don’t believe me, rest your hand on my chest while i look at you.

-Celine

[redpeony]

i love it, especially how it ends!

[sweetdreamsx3]

Yeah, I read that in your relationship topic thingy. :D