At night, when the Sun begins to settle in its hammock
I think of you
Vividly, I imagine running my fingers through your hair
Vibrant kisses that lull me off to sleep
When I wake, before the Sun creeps lazily up the sky
I think of you
Butterflies blooming in my stomach
Blush painting my cheeks
Dreaming of nights and days filled with you
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
At night, when the Sun begins to settle in its hammock
I think of you
Vividly, I imagine running my fingers through your hair
Vibrant kisses that lull me off to sleep
When I wake, before the Sun creeps lazily up the sky
I think of you
Butterflies blooming in my stomach
Blush painting my cheeks
Dreaming of nights and days filled with you
For a special someone always on my mind.
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