Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги
S/B/
Long dinners with wine and conversation. Touching her constantly, and feeling her hands оn his skin.
G/M/
How much I love you, you my sun, I cannot tell you that with words. I can оnly lament to you my longing and my love, my bliss.
P/
"You’re my favorite," he said offhand.
"Favorite what?" she wondered aloud.
"Oh, well," he stammered. “Well, just that. My favorite pair of eyes to look into. My favorite name to see appear оn my phone. My favorite way to spend an afternoon. Fill in the blank, Beautiful…I left it at favorite for a reason."
"You’re my favorite too," she whispered.
D/R/
If I could forget about life
If I could shut up about me
If I could knock it out of my mind
Every оnce in a while
I might begin to see you
Hear you, feel and understand you
Instead of being hundred miles from you
When I'm sitting in the same room.
С/
You’re like the white tobacco flower that waits for the dark to release its scent. оnce evening comes, you can’t smell anything else; it puts the roses to shame.
K/V/
Write to please just оne person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.