"What do you want for breakfast?"
"Blueberry pancakes."
And she got out of bed,
tapped me on the neck with her lips,
a good love tap,
and walked out naked to the kitchen
her *** and quads just bouncing
and beautiful.
I could see her in the kitchen,
all of her,
and i rolled over to her side,
where her pillow was,
took a long drag
of her smell,
and just passed out.
She woke me up
and I dipped blueberries
and fluff into lakes of syrup
and we watched TV and laid together
for a while.
Just close to each other.
I worked on her car the whole day,
changed her oil,
plugged a blown gasket,
and came back in when the streetlights
were starting to flicker on
And that Saturday
I got to lay down with her the rest of the night
and we were realistically happy.
What I really think it was,
was that
our dreams,
when we allowed them to,
coincided
beautifully.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"Blueberry pancakes."
And she got out of bed,
tapped me on the neck with her lips,
a good love tap,
and walked out naked to the kitchen
her *** and quads just bouncing
and beautiful.
I could see her in the kitchen,
all of her,
and i rolled over to her side,
where her pillow was,
took a long drag
of her smell,
and just passed out.
She woke me up
and I dipped blueberries
and fluff into lakes of syrup
and we watched TV and laid together
for a while.
Just close to each other.
I worked on her car the whole day,
changed her oil,
plugged a blown gasket,
and came back in when the streetlights
were starting to flicker on
And that Saturday
I got to lay down with her the rest of the night
and we were realistically happy.
What I really think it was,
was that
our dreams,
when we allowed them to,
coincided
beautifully.
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