I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE SCRATCH MY BACK OR DO THE LITTLE SKIN TRACE THING OR PLAY WITH MY HAIR OH MY LAWD
netflix and…rest your head on my thigh while I run my fingers through your hair continuously
if you run your fingers through my hair and pull a little while we’re kissing I’m all yours
Kiss her. Slowly, take your time. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.
• when they put their hair up in ponytails or messy buns
• when they look all strong and stubborn but they blush so much if they receive a compliment bc they’re not used to it
• when they hold your hand while crossing the street with no apparent reason (and u die inside because you know they’re probably straight but u love every second of it anyway because WHY NOT)
• the face they make when they’re daydreaming
• kindness
• when they play with little kids / animals
• little details (like freckles, dimples, scars, birthmarks, stretch marks etc)
Bonus if:
• it’s girls doing sports, which leads to: •girls in workout clothes and •muscular girls
• they’re artists / readers / musicians / actresses
roses are red violets are blue
pull my hair while I go down on u
I want a beautiful girl with messy morning hair in an oversized t shirt and underwear sitting on top of me while we switch between talking and making out, is that too much to ask
Come crawl in bed with me. I gave you a key when we played in the house last July. Take that key and turn the lock. Walk up these stairs and go straight, the door is open. Come in. Fold back the sheets on my side. Kiss my lips, the ones that have morning breath first. Trace your fingers down my breast, my abdomen, trace my inner thighs. Wake me up just slightly before slipping my underwear off as you trace the outer sides of my love. Ask me to get up with you, go to the car, roll. We can come back in, you can lay yourself on me. Give me all of you, or none. I’ll take what you will allow me to have. Make love to me. Hard, soft. Pick me up and put me in the shower (or the bath) put me in warm water. We continue to kiss and make love, then when the water turns cold we’ll step out: I’ll watch your feet hit the cold tile flooring, your beautiful nipples erect. Still kissing, take me back to my bed. You could read to me, we could read to each other. Eventually, we will sleep. Our breathing and heart beats in rythmn together. My fingers tracing your newly fresh body, up to your thick, brown hair. Your eyes start to shut and then mine do too. Entertwined, encompassed in each other. This is the love. This is our love. One day you’ll be my wife and the earth after is continual years of grey and sadness have started to turn to color.
I love you.
