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I’m a simple himbo. All I do is do dumb shit and think about making out with my boyfriend while listening to ABBA
3Her: What are you thinking about?
My mind:
(your eyes, your smile, your face, your laugh, the way you pronounce certain words, your thighs, your tattoos, your last message, the way I feel when I see you, the way I feel when you message in the morning, what are you wearing, my fingers trailing across your body, how much I love you, how much I never want to let you go, that I want to make you feel loved, valued, sexy at all times, thinking about the next poem I’ll write you, thinking about how lucky I am to get your words… To see your face, that I have a thousand thoughts at all times and even though my head seems full the ones about you float to the top, do you love me like I love you? Do you ache when I’m away, do you hurt when it’s been too long?
That you are all I ever wanted /needed in this life and hope to always show.)
Me : You
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