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Guitar strings pluck to my heart beat Hair wavy like the ocean, blonde assumptions of stupidity No, a plethora of intelligence An eloquent dialogue far from human thought Nose scrunches, dimples of happiness Your voice serenades my curiosity Germanic essence of mountains and outdoors Guitar vibrations beckon me to move even though I have no rhythm Wooden grains of tender, innocent curiosity Questions of both significance and insignificance One day, our journey could become one by airplane Luggage wheels thump against tiles, tapping into the silence inside Finger nails strum my luggage handle like guitar picks I see you, 6'2 and eyes of blue Emotions flood inside like a chemical reaction Pure sodium in a lake, an explosion Car ride of endless laughter, street lights fade in and out The door opens, leading into newfound memories Oil sizzles off a pan, steam rises An unforgettable night soon to come Clever notes magnetize me further Records play, retro music fills our moments, our steps in sync Hand in hand, we begin to paint a relationship together We fall into the bed, cuddling one another and chatting about our aspirations and dreams My ear against your chest, I hear your heart echoing inside The movie we were watching becomes background noise as our eyes meet A yearning dilation as we smile Moonlight leaks through the blinds Lines from the blinds form pages for ourselves to fill But instead of ink, we write with our actions We write in a unique love language Our lips connect like the last pieces of a puzzle Hands wander around one another, tracing curves Our curves different, reading different stories Our eyes meet again, except I feel a firework show inside myself Our lips etch a story wanting to be shared for generations As our bodies become more and more bare The TV noise fades into soft, slow music for sensuality My stretch marks become like tributaries of the Mississippi I beg you to express your feelings, since actions speak louder than words Commencing a story of shadows in the moonlight, a rhythm of passion Noises of sweet nothings Soon we find ourselves asleep in the mess of sheets You hold me against yourself lovingly A night to never forget spills over into daylight Sun leaking in, lighting up our glorious mess We awaken with new curiosities
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
Blondie
Guitar strings pluck to my heart beat Hair wavy like the ocean, blonde assumptions of stupidity No, a plethora of intelligence An eloquent dialogue far from human thought Nose scrunches, dimples of happiness Your voice serenades my curiosity Germanic essence of mountains and outdoors Guitar vibrations beckon me to move even though I have no rhythm Wooden grains of tender, innocent curiosity Questions of both significance and insignificance One day, our journey could become one by airplane Luggage wheels thump against tiles, tapping into the silence inside Finger nails strum my luggage handle like guitar picks I see you, 6'2 and eyes of blue Emotions flood inside like a chemical reaction Pure sodium in a lake, an explosion Car ride of endless laughter, street lights fade in and out The door opens, leading into newfound memories Oil sizzles off a pan, steam rises An unforgettable night soon to come Clever notes magnetize me further Records play, retro music fills our moments, our steps in sync Hand in hand, we begin to paint a relationship together We fall into the bed, cuddling one another and chatting about our aspirations and dreams My ear against your chest, I hear your heart echoing inside The movie we were watching becomes background noise as our eyes meet A yearning dilation as we smile Moonlight leaks through the blinds Lines from the blinds form pages for ourselves to fill But instead of ink, we write with our actions We write in a unique love language Our lips connect like the last pieces of a puzzle Hands wander around one another, tracing curves Our curves different, reading different stories Our eyes meet again, except I feel a firework show inside myself Our lips etch a story wanting to be shared for generations As our bodies become more and more bare The TV noise fades into soft, slow music for sensuality My stretch marks become like tributaries of the Mississippi I beg you to express your feelings, since actions speak louder than words Commencing a story of shadows in the moonlight, a rhythm of passion Noises of sweet nothings Soon we find ourselves asleep in the mess of sheets You hold me against yourself lovingly A night to never forget spills over into daylight Sun leaking in, lighting up our glorious mess We awaken with new curiosities
#passion#love#happiness#longdistance#relationships
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
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