Spinning under the moon in your t-shirt- fireflies and windy songs flew around us while we danced.
Kisses under the stars and hand holding while we moved to your favorite song on the radio right now.
You and your smile always making me melt.
You and those eyes, always burning holes into my blush filled cheeks.
The way your hand felt on my lower back and the other one in my hair.
There was something about wearing your t-shirt to bed the scent of you washing me of all bad dreams I could ever have.
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
Spinning under the moon in your t-shirt- fireflies and windy songs flew around us while we danced.
Kisses under the stars and hand holding while we moved to your favorite song on the radio right now.
You and your smile always making me melt.
You and those eyes, always burning holes into my blush filled cheeks.
The way your hand felt on my lower back and the other one in my hair.
There was something about wearing your t-shirt to bed the scent of you washing me of all bad dreams I could ever have.
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