Reblogged
...you know, you can see it, like in her posture and in her eyes and in her smile...she knows who she is and she's proud of who she is...
I want to be tangled with her, all limbs and warmth, hands always finding each other, bodies folding together like we belong there. Hours slipping by without notice, just the quiet weight of her pressed against me, soft and endless. I want to feel her everywhere without needing words, to exist in the same space so fully that there’s no line between us. And when I look into her eyes, I want to get lost there, like falling and never needing to come up for air.
If you feel it too, maybe we can get lost together.