"There's something about the way your lips curve with mine. Our bodies are like a ballet, every movement effortless. Like a river that leads to the ocean. Into the sky. I want to fly into the airwaves with you, disappear in your light. I want skin on skin, long talks, sitting in the grass somewhere. I want flowers in my hair. I want me and you and tomorrow to never come."
Saturday, September 22, 2012
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