his, all his.

he basks in the beauty of your love, the oh so soft, the oh so gentle love.

He is yours, he still can’t believe he had a partner so beautiful. Like honestly, you look magical— no no— majestic. The hair that lies over your shoulders is silky, and your eyes were two holes to get lost in.

He cuddled up to you, up to you, he had his face near your heart, listening to the soft pitter patters that put him to rest. For without this lullaby, he’d be a dead man.

His arms draped over your waist as your hands dug into the golden locs that not even he knew how to tame. Walker, yours.

“Do… do you wanna like…” he voice trailed off as he looked up at you. “you’re so pretty…” he was like a kid that just saw candy, after all you’re his sweet treat.