←"I simply told her
she sounded like poetry
whenever she laughed." — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via mylittlebookofwords)
she sounded like poetry
whenever she laughed." — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via mylittlebookofwords)
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←"Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands." — Ian Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via areyouhappyenough)
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Those moments. Those entire nights. You have her all to yourself. She just lies there watching the movie infront of you. Her arms tucked up infront of her. Her hands nestled beneath her head. You watch how her body moves as she breaths. Your eyes roaming all over her skin. Then you touch her, just resting you upon her hip softly. She jumps a little, turns and smiles at you then returns to the film. You feel warm, a blissful feeling as your fingers trip their way over her skin. She purrs and scrunches her shoulders in quiet contentment sensing the movements without watching. Shuffling backward against you, safe, happy, yours!
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