Elisabeth Writing

Flour dusted hands and faun eyes large with light. Hands on my hips, fingers digging into flesh. We dance under abalone, tulip blossoms in the sun, opening bright. Love with you is like lemon cake with lavender icing; love with you is like laughter, limbs entangled in firelit dark; love with you is like the easy breath of summer solstice moonlit nights. It’s been 2 years of leaving thunder for your rainbow skies; 2 years of writing love notes; 2 years and dozens of photos, culinary exquisite bites, Grimm snuggles, flowers on the walls and in the vase. 

I love what we started as, and what we’ve become. 

💕