Guns Under Their Petticoats

My love x


14. ⤗ catorce

My thoughts are the stars and the moon and your eyes, a warmth that radiates through both you and I. You smelt like newly picked daisies on a warm summers evening, just a hint of cigarette, and I remember wanting nothing more than to pull you towards me as the rush of water flowed like the air in my lungs. Hearts beating fast, a silence filled the air but nothing could be any more perfect than the quiet hum of your breath against my neck warming me from the ice that is the world. A thousand thoughts raced around my head and I remember my hand brushed yours and I remember thinking you could so easily crush me into ash.

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