Oct 23, 2017
All I want in life is beautiful butch girl to wrap me in her arms and hold me through the storm
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All I want in life is beautiful butch girl to wrap me in her arms and hold me through the storm
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I am burnt summer skies. bottle blond, chapped lips, sun kissed cheeks, denim jacket rolled to the elbows, dirty sandals, cheap yellow plastic sunglasses, sad music turned too loud windows down.
You are a thundercloud. Always carefully coated in sunscreen, hair never laying quite flat with humidity, bright white teeth, black sturdy sunglasses, your knees scraped through blue jean holes, tall black boots.
Together we fit right as rain, you cooling my sun-scorched existence with a gentle shade, me blessing your afternoons with warmth.
I love her like thunder loves lightning
I love the way her eyes light up as she watches the rain fall
Every time the rain falls I can’t help but think of her.
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The way her hair looks when she comes onto the porch soaked through from the rain. And the way her skin feels so cool when she touches my face. And how her breath sort of shudders. And how I want to hold her so tight.
You remind me of summer time thunderstorms. The anticipation is like the warm wind on my skin. Seeing you is blinding lightning. Touching you is like the world opened its floodgates. And when you leave I float in the happy warm muggy mess left behind and count down the seconds til I see you again.
Hold me close. Protect me from the storm. Together through the rain.