my mind takes snapshots
capturing the glimpses I receive of you
and all the idiosyncrasies
I'm growing to adore
those brown eyes emanating warmth
and infinite comfort
you hanging off the bed
laughing and getting high
or
just talking
probing conversations about
mothers and poetry
I respect your mind
I hope you mine
my fingers embarking on a journey across your chest
the heat between our torsos
and a body of perfect function and design
my, Old Soul
how you flow
come to me and no one else
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
my mind takes snapshots
capturing the glimpses I receive of you
and all the idiosyncrasies
I'm growing to adore
those brown eyes emanating warmth
and infinite comfort
you hanging off the bed
laughing and getting high
or
just talking
probing conversations about
mothers and poetry
I respect your mind
I hope you mine
my fingers embarking on a journey across your chest
the heat between our torsos
and a body of perfect function and design
my, Old Soul
how you flow
come to me and no one else
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