on warm evenings like this, we are outside in my garden tonight i’m sitting on your lap my fingers in your hair seem to be drawing a map your body comforts me and feels familiar no matter how tightly we hug, it is never close enough i think we both are afraid of losing each...
We are sitting in the car together. The evening is warm, your hand is reaching for mine and something in the air is tearing me apart. How when your skin finds mine, I forget to inhale. How you are tender and energetic, both at once, how I wonder whether your lips feels the same. How...
