Ah, to feel trapped into your love. Such a chaotic, messy, but beautiful thing.
I can't escape my dear, not even if I wanted to. I'm stuck into your softness and your ever ending calmness. I'm afraid I could never be outside your bubble again; it's such a small space, but so comfy, surrounded by all of your endless adoration towards me.
I'm such a lucky person.
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I feel so grand when our lingering kisses feel like a million of treasures, when our caresses feel like they hold our hearts ever so cautiously in between our embraces, when our unstoppable talks about life feel like love songs about spring and it's blooming flowers and their secret meanings, specific flowers that dare to speak our true nature to the cold world around us.