Jul 20, 2021
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david
door / by / von borja penacho
Don't leave stuff in the dryer.
bed (by I am a Small Man)
wrinkled sheets // charlie & cameron
Paris was beautiful, gorgeous, all those dazzling words -- but Charlie's arms wrapped so warmly around her small figure was far more beautiful beyond words. The City of Lights had nothing on her boy with his brilliant words. They had spent the past three days rolling in sheets together, having stepped out of their suite only once for dinner -- which they promptly rushed through to get back to their hotel room. Feelings his lips gently dance along her neck, she tilted her head back and bit her lip, allowing a soft gasp to escape her as she melted into every piece of him. "Please don't stop," she said gently, her eyes aching meeting his, her fingertips softly brushing along his bare chest. "Please, I... I need you."
Sun 12:13 Three Simple Words
Catching the twirls to strawberry blondes, these sun coated moments shine along with the glow radiating across her smile. Outstretched and wrapped up in the nights warmth still held in wrinkled linens, she evades the cool breeze wafting round these airy mornings. Ear to ear she wakes, delighted and fully present, while that grin finds comfort in its linger. Picking up precisely where I left off the night before, I whisper those three simple words that she desires most and that I long to speak to her and her alone.
Sun 11:42 Quiet Entertainment
Outlining the contours of hips and wrists I mindfully etch her posture as she lies, undisturbed and unaware of my growing admiration. Remaining present in this moment I trace into memory the way her fingertips gently rest atop wrinkled sheets, the way her subtle smile stays fixed in the same manner as it was at dusk, the way that even in this state of rest a flurry of sentiments directs my attentions. Fully captivated by the way she brings pleasure to these ordinary moments, I listen intently to this orchestra of quiet entertainment.
