I love when sugarcoated words fall from your lips
love it when I can wrap them around my fingers, smother them with silk
love it when I can taste their fairy-dust-coated sprinkles
Love when I can taste their magic and their sweet pixie armour
I wanna finger them smoothly, generate their electricity running through me
I wanna let them demurely wash over me
Such magic, your words convey
Such sweetness, they crackle with.
Love is almost being mugged by that sense of belonging. That fabricated connection can be more beautiful than love itself. And that’s what we call great words.