Disclaimer. i own nothing but the writing. Sirius is, unfortunately, not mine.
These are the thoughts of that one person in the entire world that is in love with Sirius Black, and is lucky enough to have Sirius love him back.
Sirius is a smirk and dimples.
He is a tongue sticking out when he runs out of comebacks.
He's a cute yawn early in the morning when he still smells of sleep and laziness.
He's energy and boredom, heartbreak and loveliness.
He's an adventure of his own design.
You're Jim Morrison and Axel Rose, a secret fondness for James Taylor.
You are grey eyes that can see right through me, and I know you're always looking.
You're a curiosity for everything.
You're a cute laugh and a witty joke.
You're top of your class but sometimes forget how to tie your shoes.
You're shaggy hair that I run my fingers through.
It's a hug that I know you really mean.
It's the way you keep me close.
It's the way you keep me warm.
It's the way you'll never let go.
It's the way you love me.
It's the way I love you more.
It's the way you'll say that isn't true.