i splatter pixie dust around you, your frame bequeathed in gold. i watch you shiver and coil yourself around the magical love which pulls you into tenderness. Heart of gold, I think.
I like sprinkling the fairytale version of your sweetness and watching you taking bites out of adversity as it was the cinnamon pie you had baked for me the other day. You aren't just a speck in my universe, you are the entire galaxy.
Your crispy armour melts the moment I serenade you in my thoughts. Something about you feels so right in these moments, something so indefatigable, so moving, so tender. You are like a fluffy ball of chocolate-flavoured lashings which I put on my tongue and watch evaporate into nothingness.
Your sunset dreams are mine, a sweet roundabout and jelly-flavoured frostings which cremate my longings. You are the epitome of sweetness which is just adequately sweet and not bitter. You are like the smoke-filled tendrils which saturate my breath and tear it into tiny drops. Your gingered longings are humdrum monotony and flashings of what makes me breathe.
Round and full, your laugh resonates in the evening air and turns it breathless. I am breathless, love. I am captivated by your essence.