Glow

My heart blooms over the simplest things. You calling me upstairs, because you want my attention and don’t want to wait. Feeling my presence wanted like that just… Yeah. You laying your head in my lap, the way you react to my touch, you telling me, that you love being mine. Fuck. Fuck.

I’m still trying to figure everything out. It’s not easy. It’s not easy at all, at all, at all. My heart gets sore and it riles and roars.

And i don’t know shit, but fuck, i want to have a house and live in it with you. I want to hear you say your name, and the end of it’s the same as mine

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