Questions …

Would it be so wrong, if thoughts of me brought you to your knees?

What would it hurt, if my lips were your savior?

Would the world stop spinning on its axis, if the soft sweetness of my skin was your comfort?

Do you believe that my fingertips, trailing across your cheeks, could bring you peace?

Will you let me in?

If wishes were horses …

I want to go where the wild things are

breathe air that’s saturated with sweetness

chase butterflies

lay in velvety soft, overgrown grass, whilst holding another’s hand

and kiss passionately in a meadow filled with flowers.