Your eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin. AMANDA KARCH EyesLoveSkin
But once your eyes met mine, addiction blossomed and I was undone – petals unfurling toward the light you held. AMANDA KARCH EyesLightLove
Write me a poem in Morse code, goosebumps on my skin and lines on your neck. AMANDA KARCH PoemSkinWriting
Your legs twitch in your sleep like you’re running to me in your dreams. AMANDA KARCH DreamRelationship
I never liked nicknames until mine crossed your lips like sugar. AMANDA KARCH LipsRelationshipRomantic
Every word you say to me is forever a gift and I never forget the present. AMANDA KARCH ForeverForgetPresentWord