afrosnmore reblogged
I don’t want another casual encounter with you.
I want up all night
I want missed calls
I want rainy days in bed
I want breakfast, for two.
I want little space in the shower
where I take the spot behind you,
where the water only tickles
my forehead and hands
that rest on your chest.
I want the “what’s for dinner”
I want the toilet seat left up
I want a right hand, placed softly
on my left thigh
and us
crusin down a long road,
with no definite destination.
I want the most high.
I don’t want another casual encounter with you.
Jasmin Love (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers