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)
















