Infinite in Nicotine

Infinite.

These moments we wish to keep.

And try as we might,

They slip away.

But you can't forget that face.

Sunlight shining off a face so young.

Stubble you loved to run your fingers through.

Those eyes...

Damn.

Those eyes.

A pale blue that seemed to know your secrets

And a mouth that needed kissing.

I wish I could stay there.

Play it over and over again.

Beautiful.

Magical.

Infinite.

©dreambigdarling - Prosebox - 2014