silversongsuggestion:

I want to touch him like dawn, like sunrise, like this is the beginning of time . I want the edge of reality to stay behind the glass, and give us some fucking privacy for once. I want to touch him like birthing an empire into his skin, to love him like absolution, to hold him like the freedom of rapture which is to say I do not want my arms to be a cage. I want to be the patron Saint of Midas, so that I can turn his soul to gold with every kiss.