Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.
“She is all I could ever ask for, she is perfect, and right now, with those big, green eyes and pillowy lips and alabaster thighs, the idea of doing this for the rest of our lives doesn't seem all that daunting. She’s the last reprieve. The stay of execution. She gives me hope. But times are tough for dreamers. And even if my dream is a simple one—all I want is for Her to be in love with me forever—I know it’s still a long shot. Life ruins everything.”
Lets be alone together, forever. Ever have that feeling that you are bulletproof? un-fucking-touchable. Living way up in the clouds, not even coming down for air. Every touch tingles in the best type of way possible. Electricity, it courses through my veins and shocks my heart when it threatens to stop beating. You sometimes want to outsmart it, just for shits and giggles. "Cross my heart and hope to die, splinter from the headboard in my eye." We are playing for keeps. Keep you on a pedestal way too high. Far away enough where I can't reach you. But I know you always come back down to me.
Thunderstorms makes me want to stay naked with you forever. Just looking at you makes me hot from head to toe.
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