Mar 24, 2017
I want to be tangled up in sheets with the touch of your hands upon my skin like diving into the folds of warm laundry on a weekend afternoon; yet the sheets are merely a fort, yet your hands are merely tickles. I want to be submerged in a life with you, submerged in innocence, tranquility, and the purest form of the word love. I just want to dive into a love so deep, tears so raw, heartbreaks so uncanny, that we resemble picture films. Because that's what we would be. Unreal in the sense of pure, unreal in the sense of innocent, unreal in the sense of love. We'd be ethereal, darling, you and me; tangled in sheets that smelled like love and coffee and innocence.
S. Renea
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