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[sunlesbianthings]

it’s autumn, but it’s the beginning, and she couldn’t be happier. i’ve never liked autumn, but the second i heard she likes it, i did too. the way she got so excited about the leaves turning a different color and the weather getting cooler made my heart swell. she’s so cute. the sun begins to set, the yellow sun appears as a half circle sitting on its horizon surrounded by beautiful hues of pink, purple, yellow and blue. we walk hand in hand, cheeks red, ears cool from the icy wind. her scarf covering half of her adorable face. she stops every few steps to take high quality photos of flowers that remind me of her. she takes photos of everything,, since the day is so beautiful. the sunset, the nature, me. i couldn’t be happier. all i could do is take it all in. a dopey grin on my face, glistening eyes, heart filled with love reserved for her. moments like those are once in a lifetime. cherish them. cherish her.

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under the november sun i will find it particular to feel rays of light keeping me warm not through the way they beam down on my skin but through the way they reflect in her eyes 

[sunlesbianthings]

They say home is a place, somewhere you feel safe and content. But tonight I do not feel safe and content, so I say bullshit because a home is more than a place. She is the calm after a gruesome storm, she is the gentle waves crashing into the shore. She is a poem beautiful with her soft words, she is artwork hanging in a museum with her exquisite smile, she is the cool breeze on an autumn day, she is the little gasp after getting the air knocked out of you, she is the clear blue sky on a sunny day, she is everything good in this world. She calms the chaos in my head, she gives me warmth internally, everything she does I’m starting to adore. Even when she’s falling aprart, when she doesn’t know how to handle things. That’s when I think she’s most beautiful because she’s human, she’s flawed. But oh my god she is so beautiful. She is almost intoxicating, just looking at her. And I cannot control how many stomach does flips when I’m around her. She makes me feel safe and content, that– that is what home is to me. Someone who goes home at night and their skin presses to their bedsheets, someone you care so much for at the end of the day that fight you guys had, won’t even matter. Someone who is flesh and bones, someone who has a beating heart and two eyes. That is home, her existence is so beautiful. 

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I love the way she talks. I could listen to her talk for hours. I love when she gets animated and her hands fly around as she gestures wildly. I love her quieter moments lying together as she speaks softly of things she fears,things she regrets, what makes her sad. I love when she is laughing too hard she can't finish the story. I'd never been one for listening, I don't think. I'd always been a chatter bug. But around her I fall silent content to hear her speak.

[sunlesbianthings]

she's tanning, you yell at her to get in the water, you get out and splash her. you're running around the edge of the pool, feet burning just a little bit as you chase her. You finally catch up to her and wrap your arms around her waist ignoring the joking yells of protest and threats, you hurl yourself and her into the pool, bubbles swirl around you and she latches on to you, and she complains and shivers a bit, but you hug her close and play with the strings of her bikini while you warm her up

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i think of her and i think of those clapping games, you know the ones, you played on the bus, or at summer camp. singing about miss mary mack or lemonade or how you'll never go to mexico because a policeman demanded a dollar from you. i think of her and i think of kids music, hannah montana, the jonas brothers, and the high school musical soundtrack. i think of summers spent daydreaming. i think of warm nights under stars. i hear her name or hear those songs. i can never enjoy a summer the same.

[sunlesbianthings]

she shows up on a saturday morning with my starbucks order. on the ground beside the pool I untie her bikini to trace letters on her back. i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u, i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u, i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u.

[sunlesbianthings]

stopping to smell the flowers as you walk to class, bleach blonde hair with grown-out roots, tasting the nectar in honeysuckle blooms, flower crowns made of violets, watermelon on the front porch, making sun tea grass-stained sneakers and DIY tie-dye, loud belly laughs, calloused feet and soft thighs

[sunlesbianthings]

Loving the way she looks in her yellow sundress. Loving how free her hair flows past her shoulders, and how soft her smile is.

Sharing the day, spending it together eating ice cream. Sharing kisses. Holding hands.

Watching as she twirls, the best ones being when she thinks youre not watching. Listening as she speaks, hearing the passion in her voice alone is enough to make your heart race.

Smothering her in kisses because she’s too precious to handle. Loving her.

[sunlesbianthings]

its still dark out. you can look over her face to see the clock, but you dont want to stop looking at her. its too hot. you gently push the blankets off and she mumbles something incoherent. tangling your hands in her hair, you gently kiss her eyelids and cheekbones and you kiss every part of her face. its nice. you fall back asleep, tangled in her arms. its been a good summer.

[sunlesbianthings]

We go on hikes to secluded swimming holes. We lay on beaches only we know about soaking in sunshine not a care in the world. She can kiss me as we sit perched on fallen trees awaiting the perfect moment to scream because we can. We come back home tired and dirty. Our cheeks tinged pink. Having just had the time of our lives again.

[sunlesbianthings]

we walk the dog together, down the lane by my house. she is cold, but i don't want to let go of her, so I lace my fingers through hers in the pocket of her cardigan. it's late evening and the residual glow from the sunset rests on her cheekbones and lights up her eyes and her smile as she talks about her favourite disney movies and childhood memories. I lay my head on her shoulder, and the world seems soft and gentle and calm.

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face between her thighs, admiring the line where the freckles end. soft skin. pink, peeling at the shoulders. ripped up denim shorts long discarded, her pink striped panties hooked on your fingers. kisses on hips. fingers dance. the ceiling fan ticks. her pony tail falling apart. faded sheets with the little flowers bunched up at the foot of the bed. her back propped against old pillows. legs over your shoulders.

[sunlesbianthings]

We go on hikes to secluded swimming holes. We lay on beaches only we know about soaking in sunshine not a care in the world. She can kiss me as we sit perched on fallen trees awaiting the perfect moment to scream because we can. We come back home tired and dirty. Our cheeks tinged pink. Having just had the time of our lives again.

[sunlesbianthings]

It's still dark out. I wake up because you'd hogged the blankets and the air from my open window at 4 am makes me shiver. I can't seem to be upset. You aren't awake until the sun hits your eyes, hours later, and I know you are because you breathe loud and heavy in your sleep, like it's the only time you cherish being alive. You keep your back to me. I wish I could kiss your lips but you feel safe when I hold you, so I settle for your back. You smell like Old Spice and home. I fall asleep again when you've rolled over to kiss me and let me move to my favorite place, nestled against your side with my nose tucked beside your neck. My moon's heartbeat lulls me.

[sunlesbianthings]

You sit facing her, she is holding your hand in hers while balancing her elbow on the knee of her crossed legs. She is painting your nails a soft shade of baby blue as the melodious sounds of music drift throughout the room. She is concentrating and the light from the window is shining on her, illuminating her face with an angelic yellow glow. Her eyebrow is raised and the freckles splattering her face look like constellations across her cheeks. She looks up and meets your gaze, her soft brown doe eyes give you a warm, fuzzy feeling and she gently leans over and kisses your lips. She tastes like strawberries and liberation.

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You are at a concert of a band you don't know, but she loves the band and you love how her eyes shine when she's happy. It is dark and music is slow. She takes your hand in hers and says your hand is warm and soft. Her breath smells like peaches.