“All I want right now is your lips and your hips pressed against mine.”
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She’s my girl. Mine. Don’t even think you’ll have a chance with her. She’s mine. She’s crazy as fuck for choosing me, but as long as she keeps choosing me, she’ll be mine. And I fucking love her.
You’re the one I want to go on late night drives with while holding hands and singing along to the radio, to drive to the middle of no where and look up at the stars while in each other’s arms, the one to kiss at red lights, the one to hold tightly in my arms, the one to go to coffeehouses with while having tired eyes, the one to be mine while I am yours.
I think people are most beautiful,
when they aren’t trying to be.
When you catch them
daydreaming,
giggling,
dancing,
sleeping.
When the light reflects perfectly off their face,
giving them a heavenly glow.
When you catch them doing a silly little dance whilst cooking up dinner.
When they are lying in bed, tangled in sheets,
sleeping. Not having a single bad thought cross their precious mind.
That’s when i find you at your best.
I constantly wonder if I’m on your mind as much as you’re on mine.
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