surfandwrite:
I live for tiny moments.
The hitch in your...
I live for tiny moments.
The hitch in your breath when you shift beside me, the feel of your foreign skin as I caress it with my fingers, my teeth tearing through your bottom lip, the window’s silhouette slowly spilling on your bedroom wall as the world lazily gets drenched in the honey of the sunrise.
Your palms exploring uncharted territory, the unfamiliar terrain of my hipbones, your chest rising and falling as you introduce me to sounds I have never heard before, the flutter in...
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