Padma 🦋

[inksnkisses]

How beautiful is it when he remembers the little things you like and knows when you will get angry? He knows you have such an attitude,yet he treats you with love. He knows you have high standards when it comes to love, yet he loves you unconditionally. He knows you love him the most because you cannot see him unhappy. You are clumsy, but you are cute enough to make him feel loved. You know he's meant for you when your heart feels peaceful and you feel loved by a man who has everything to offer to make you feel loved. He knows you will cry a lot, so he takes care of you and makes you smile all the time, so you have no room for sadness. He clicks beautiful pictures of you because he knows you love to dress up, and he tirelessly takes photos of you to make you feel good. He knows you are stubborn, so he loves you in a way that even love gets jealous of him in the way he loves you.

[inksnkisses]

He stands sun-kissed near the mirror,

the sun shining across his body,

making his beautiful muscles a shade of sun

in orange and red, painted on his brown skin.

He was confused whether to say lovely words to me or to brush his teeth.

He held me to the counter and he smiled, planting kisses on my forehead.

I said, “Eww, brush baby… it stinks.”

He nodded and took his brush and he brushed like a baby,

looking at me with full of love.

I looked at him, and he smiled,

and he spread his fingers across my hair and my chin.

He said, “I'm done brushing.”

His lips looked rosy.

I looked at his lips.

He said, “Do you want my lips that bad?”

I smiled.

His lips were cold,

and he started kissing my lips delicately,

like a rose petal.

I held his face and he looked as if he was lost in kissing me.

We kissed slowly, yet with full of love and we couldn't stop until our breaths were moving to our mouths, until we became breathless, trying to find where our lips meet their home.

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He demanded to call him as husband.

I said no, a big no.

He said, "I want to see how you call me with respect."

"Oh yeah?" I screamed his name playfully.

He smiled, blushed.

I asked, "Why do you smile, idiot?"

He said, "This moment hits different to me.

Because earlier, when you called my name, we were together in a relationship.

But now, when you called my name, I felt so lovely,

Because you get to be my cutest and hottest wife."

She smirked and asked him, "Who's more hotter sir, me or you?"

He was smiling in pride, seeing his woman.

From being her boyfriend, her lover, to her husband.

She pulled his cheeks, played with his hair,

While he was lost in thoughts, in loving his wife.

~Padma

[inksnkisses]

The urge to pinch his beautiful brown-toned cheeks

That resembles the color of coffee.

His forehead would long for my lips.

To get kissed like a fresh breeze that comes with the rain.

I crave to hug him because I would feel fuller and safer in his arms.

I wish to see his eyes change when he looks at me.

Who knows how many times he blushed thinking about the poem that I wrote for him?

Has he read the poem, or has he read out my heart?

She was impulsive and spontaneous.

He was calm and observant.

Ever since he knew me,

He came out of his bubble.

All that he could ever think of is me.

Everything reminds him of me, and

Tears rolled up on his face when he saw her.

Because he didn't want to leave her, he held her tightly in his arms, expressing that she means a lot to him.

[inksnkisses]

My fantasy is to give him lip kisses aggressively until he feels breathless.

[inksnkisses]

You are the obsession that I cannot get rid of. Your thoughts consume me throughout the day. You are an addiction that I cannot let go from my life.

[soulwr1ter]

It is okay to be single and enjoying your life. There is nothing wrong with waiting for the right love to enter into your life. In fact, it shows a lot of discipline. Never let the pressure of society to be coupled up make you settle for a relationship that is not conducive to your happiness. We live in a world where people don't take the time to get to know each other before claiming an intimate relationship or love. In lots of cases, lust and passion are made the foundation of a relationship when actually it should be friendship. Can you talk to that person directly and be open? Can you correct each other? Are they always being honest about who they are and their dislikes? Do they admit their flaws? Does that person minimize your self-respect in order to love them? It is hard when we live in a world made of knowing pieces and images without truly knowing one another in each other's full presence without distraction. In truth, it takes a long time to fully know a person. It is not abour who we want them to be, but who they actually are. We have to love them where they are currently. Take your time and choose someone who wants to know all of you and understand why you are the way you are as well as someone who genuinely considers each of your feelings. It is more than someone who makes you happy, but someone who can comfort you, support you, pray for you, and who knows how to teach you and grow with you. Always look for someone that makes it easy to communicate because that is what is going to keep the relationship alive. Life is hard with all of its multiple experiences and you need someone next to you that is ready to handle the reality of that. Somebody who has the ability to lift you each time you fall and hold up a mirror to remind you of the light you are when things get dark.

-J.Wool, For the Right Love 

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— nothingbutloveforyou

[inksnkisses]

My lips long for his wet, intense kisses. I want to look into his eyes with full of love and passion. I wish to stroke his lustrous hair with my fingers, and I wish to touch his neck with my soft fingers. I wish to hold his puppy face within my arms and kiss him, leaving soft kisses all over his face.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

[i want you to tell me i might never recover]

— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[inksnkisses]

I wish I could be in his arms instead of his DMs. I wish to kiss him instead of sending daily messages to him. I wish to admire him as his wife instead of loving him from far away. I wish to pull his collar and do his tie so that I never miss a chance to see his face standing close to mine. He couldn't stop helping him look at my beautiful face.

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My lipstick looks good on his cheeks rather than my lips. My fingers crave to be around his neck, my face craves his soft touch, and just like how the moon's reflection falls on the sea, I want him to fall in love with me.

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His face looking like a chiseled masterpiece 

His hair looks like a soft bunch of peacock feathers. 

His eyes take the shape of curved green leaves.

His nose has the sharp curves of a mountain bend.

His lips look like a butterfly sucking nectar from a flower.

He feels like a human teddy bear, and I feel safe when he hugs me, and there is no other hobby for me other than loving him.

[inksnkisses]

Of all the memories I have in my life, you are the only one that I hold on to. Every single day, I think of us smiling in love together. 

[inksnkisses]

I could see all the fictional men characters in him because he didn't have anything to offer me other than his love and care.

[inksnkisses]

He doesn't do anything to me, but his eyes are enough to make me feel aroused. I get turned on by his gentle behavior. All he knows is to love me, pleasure me, and make love with me, and he loves to see me bearing his mini versions as babies. He gets scoldings from me and tolerates all my moodswings.

He buys all the delicious cravings I ask him for. He just loves to see me enjoying the food. He looks at me with love, and he says that he wants to live forever as my husband. He takes pride in displaying the love he holds for me in public. He's brave enough to show that I'm his woman, that I'm everything he prayed for and that I'm his wish fulfillment. 

[inksnkisses]

His lips sunk into each and every curve of my body and my soul knows that we are tangled for a deep love beyond fictional love stories. He recreated all my fantasies one by one, making me feel like a mermaid and he worships me like his favorite idol and he is my die-hard fan. He never fails to celebrate my little wins. He knows the depth of my thoughts and still assures me by being my superman.