a poem that elio wrote when oliver left
—
everyday i looked for you
i knew you were in newyork
but you are me
i am you
you are my air
i used to drink in your scent
i got drunk off of your body
your hair
your cock
your eyes
your smile which i knew i was the only one who could truly unlock.
your smile is my smile
we are we
i love you elio
i love you more then myself
i want you for the rest of my life
i want to run away and make love every night and never see another set of eyes
we were trapped in lust
oh god, i just want to be us
—
YOU ARE READING
elio & oliver and timothée + armie imagines ( call me by your name. )
Random❝ oliver stop it! we are in public!❞ OR in which i write a bunch of one shots of elio and oliver & timothée and armie, whether it be smutty of pure fluff.
