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he’s been looking forward to this week ever since georgie sent him a text and said she’d be in the city during the holidays.  steve was a bit of a fanatic when it came to this time of year and he planned to show her everything nyc had to offer.  

tapping lightly on her hotel room door, he smiles as soon as it’s opened.  “hey! god, i’m so glad to see you!” he greets warmly and gives her a quick hug.  he’s quite the affectionate type. “did you have a good flight?” stepping in, he smiles as his eyes wander over her.  she looks lovely as always.  “so it’s pretty cold out.  hope you brought warmer clothes than that!” his tone teasing.  “we’ve got a lot of walking to do today!” 

@nywriter​ asked:   'I want the K'  ( 09.  jawline kiss ) send  ‘i want the K’  for a kiss   //   accepting

Twoetry 10 | Christian Taylor

I could vent for the next 59% like I’m bent, now 58, I’m keeping it straight as I inflate a great bravado with a million moving mottos like there’s a lotto to be won once I’m done ‘cause the sum of an unencumbered tongue is more than a million sons using one where I’m from..

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Twoetry 08 | Christian Taylor

She said, “I like to find you asleep on my shoulder, I like it when we talk about pushing strollers, I like when you practice being my roller, I like making you Folgers, I like that your affection smolders, I like that you’re a hand-holder, I like that our pictures don’t fit in one folder, I like that I can think about us older..”

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Twoetry 05 | Christian Taylor

As his gaze met her phase, he pushed a phrase to engage, but it decayed from delayed confidence, relayed an obvious anxiety, so she kissed him on the cheek to give some sobriety, then whispered, “Rely on me”, surprisingly taking control of their stroll, letting time unfold until the night grew old, into day, guiding them her way but when it came to a kiss good-bye, he was still shy to supply, later wondering, “Why?”, thinking on how another moment passed him by..

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I’m imperfect as fuck, like my luck I’m tough, and I don’t really care much, so I adjust to what erupts and clutch my gut ‘cause thats all I trust, your touch is enough for a rush, but not to discuss my crutch and such, first get us a dutch and let us hush before we crush and crash, some call it “Smash”, but I just like to laugh as Love’s lash creates a path I can grasp.. CAT

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SHE’S HONESTLY NOT SURE  if she’s in a dream or reality at the moment.  it  seems  like reality,  as they lay in bed,  georgie wrapped up in penny’s arms where she belongs...  but then,  it sounds like georgie had just asked her to...  to  marry  her.  penny really can’t be sure she’d heard that right.