love your city

i want no motherfucking part of it
September 7, 2010, 19:24
Filed under: floetry, moments

he’s set to leave as she sits on the edge of his bed, passively wondering if his affections will reach far enough to offer her a kiss goodbye.
as always, he is somehow there with her in that thought. he leans down and plants his lips on her forehead. followed by a series of sweet kisses leading from her forehead, down to her flushed cheeks, and one two three more on her neck. she is left pondering this for the rest of the time until he returns, inexplicably early from work.


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this could almost be a passage from the unbearable lightness of being…

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