Amor Eterno
libra x scorpio
His hair was dark and curled, the color of her coffee in the afternoon. His smile was a breeze on hot summer days, his lips were a library waiting for her to unearth all the hidden words – a scripture known only by her mouth, a heaven found only in the moments when his pressed against hers. When they met he kept a pack of clove cigarettes that he never touched, but she smoked too much. Her hair was stark black and she was more of a mess during that December they met than he'll ever know but he smiled so easily she couldn't help but fall for him.