• zohiii 5w

    I freeze at your chuckles that are jingles of bells, your eyes that radiate like the northern lights and the braid tying your hair like the ribbon on a present— I so want to pull it to let your burgundy hair loose, and see them falling on your face, as red as Rudolph's nose; Christmas is coming, and I think all I want is you.

    ©zohiii