My favorite nights are these uneventful Sundays spent with you, loafing lazily on the comforter, and our legs overlapping one another. Where conversation is unnecessary and silence and stillness weigh down our spellbound bodies. Nothing seems out of place during nights like this. All to hear is the sound of slow breathing, and the warm familiar scent from your skin fills up my lungs with fire and leaves my body bleak. I am reminded of reasons why we choose to bind ourselves, our lives so very closely. Sundays... we spend falling in love all over again.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 03:42:57 +0000
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