envision this
my head is in the clouds, your mouth is between my thighs, this is getting kinky but aren't all of our daydreams filthy?
YOU FUCK WITH MY THOUGHTS (THIS IS GETTING EXPLICIT)
i'm permanently scratching this thought of you blowing bubbles while i'm sipping cola on a summer morning because you aren't making it to my summer this year, are you?
SOFTSOFTSOFT YOUR LIPS
CARESSINGCARESSINGCARESSING MY SKIN
SPLICINGSPLICINGSPLICING YOUR TONGUE
SALVAGESALVAGESALVAGE MY MIND
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THREE DAYS AFTER I MET YOU:
so when i think of us it's us riding bikes under pastel pink skies wind blowing through your cotton candy hair and tulips in my bicycle drinking white wine on the beach drowning in the waves my fingers on your skin too many kisses i'm intoxicated and i proceed to take Polaroids of you dancing with sand on your face and salt on your skin and magnificence in your eyes we proceed back home it's beautiful and then you turn off the lights burn a candle it smells like the soothing ocean with a hint of citrus because we are a mess and let's make love in the dark so that when we wake up our mistakes won't be visible anymore this is just a daydream and tomorrow morning we'll have chocolate pancakes for breakfast at the faux French cafe
THREE DAYS BEFORE:
today i stopped counting the freckles on your nose and started counting the flowers in my background while drinking pellegrino and listening to george winston the end isn't spectacular neither are you anymore
