Someday.
Some supposedly busy weekday.
We'll wake up around noon
And I will roll over
To kiss you before my coffee
And we'll make pancakes
Or eggs
Or maybe some porridge
Bowls in our hands
Legs stretched out
Leaning on each other
Comfortable silence
And everything is okay.
And then you'll look at me
And then maybe we'll make love once again
Or read Bukowski
Or both
And everything is perfectly fine.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
Someday.
Some supposedly busy weekday.
We'll wake up around noon
And I will roll over
To kiss you before my coffee
And we'll make pancakes
Or eggs
Or maybe some porridge
Bowls in our hands
Legs stretched out
Leaning on each other
Comfortable silence
And everything is okay.
And then you'll look at me
And then maybe we'll make love once again
Or read Bukowski
Or both
And everything is perfectly fine.
