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I don't even know. Kind of an older one.

I daydream of this,

her, whoever she is, grabbing the sides of my face and looking down at me with a smile softer than snowfall…

 

and bringing my face into her chest between her breasts.

 

Before you call me a pig, or just another boy filled to the brim with lust, know that if you’re close enough to hear someone’s heartbeat, they want you all to themselves and there goes that heart of hers, telling me that despite the fact that I am things I don’t like to think about, she wants me so close.

 

And as she wraps her arms around me, I feel like a mole hill turned into Everest, like I’m worth so much,

even though I’m not.

 

My heart doesn’t know what to do with itself, slowing down as that snowy night smile makes it sleepy, but then slamming itself around because I’m in such a dirty, yet beautiful place.

 

She’d expect me to pull her shirt off of her.

I would only break down in her clutch.