there’s so much delicacy in pale skin.
the way it looks between the sheets in the light of the blue hour, blossoming and fading throughout the landscape of the down.
i want to know every piece of you. i want to be able to blindly guide your freckles and scars, the curvature of your bones.
i suppose this another way of saying ‘your body is a wonderland; i’ll use my hands’, but i personally don’t feel that john mayer’s words depict the adoration i have for your frame.