̶ ̶  part two. SUNRISE STORIES.

fill your hand with sunflowers and tap at my window on a night that's cloudless, full of stars. tell me how the constellations in my eyes are more beautiful than the ones outside. kiss me slowly, your thumb rubbing against my peach tinted cheek. show me you're in no rush. find your lips reading mine like it's your favorite book. just please, don't finish me too quickly. place your fingers on me as if you didn't want to lose your favorite chapter, memorize me like your favorite poem. take your time, read me out loud, indulge yourself into the spaces between each word.

when the sky bleeds orange, tell me the story all over again.