I wanna be cuddled right now and have my back rubbed until I fall asleep.
As your girlfriend, I will make it my duty to turn you on at the most inappropriate of times.
I do not use the word home lightly.
So when I sigh it into the crook of your neck,
Believe that your spine is a timber frame,
Your kiss a welcome mat,
And your enveloping arms my front door.
no one’s life seems great between midnight and seven am. go to sleep. things will be better tomorrow.
"what’s a queen without her king?" well, historically, better