felicity

Eyelashes like butterfly wings kiss velveteen lips like soft peachy fuzz. Wind through hair flows like sand through fingertips that barely touch the skin of babies, smooth like silk. Aromatic flowers ambush the summer atmosphere, tickling young lovers walking through fields of moonbeams. Naked skin reimburses time spent arguing and sparkling irises gaze deep into lifetimes full of secrets. Unknowns become vitality, awe-inspiring and ever-prominant evidences that one is created.
"Forgive my lips...they find joy in the most unexpected places."