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i want you in your purest form. i want you on the couch in the window on a Sunday afternoon after lunch. i want you humming along to Norah Jones, stacking pipes and radiating good energy. i want you playing with my hair, and watching the flutter of my eyelashes. i want you to kiss me so hard your jaw hardens up and your breathing gets loud. i want your hands clumsily pulling at my shirt and your heartbeat in your throat. i want you close enough to hear what you're thinking. take your time. take mine. i want you. nothing else.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
long distance longing
i want you in your purest form. i want you on the couch in the window on a Sunday afternoon after lunch. i want you humming along to Norah Jones, stacking pipes and radiating good energy. i want you playing with my hair, and watching the flutter of my eyelashes. i want you to kiss me so hard your jaw hardens up and your breathing gets loud. i want your hands clumsily pulling at my shirt and your heartbeat in your throat. i want you close enough to hear what you're thinking. take your time. take mine. i want you. nothing else.
ashleigh-da-silva
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
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