Jun 9, 2015
Mae!! (name thing?? do my name??)
(it’s 3 in the morning and I’m in a bad way so if u hate it I’ll redo it another day)
Dew on bluegrass. Running through the valley to the sound of Spanish guitar music, thrumming in your core. Scratches on your legs and grass stains. Breathless laughter and perspiration. Cold humidity, the stickiness before rainfall. Cuddling together despite it. Nuzzling, sweet, brief. Listening to the rhythm of the storm while warming by the fire. A thunderous roar makes you feel safe. The black sky is protecting you tonight.
