My hair smells like camp fire and i keep eating chocolate while thinking of you.
I wish you were here to bury your face in my hair and tickle my neck with your breath.
You’d give me chills and I’d smile while turning my head away. Then I would curl up against you, trying to shake them off.
and since it’s Sunday, I would just want to lie on your chest and take a little nap while we watched football, only waking for the occasional kiss that I dream of….
okay, and maybe some snacks, too; i’m hungry.
i’d probably kiss your chin and jaw like….
100 x 100 x