Sitting on your hood smoking cigars.
You tap your fingers on the warm metal.
The sound of crickets.
The sun setting behind us.
Overlooking a field.
Wild flowers silently grow.
Hear cars in the distance.
A subtle breeze of Fall chills our skin.
I feel at peace.
Together.
With you.
YOU ARE READING
Personal stuff
RandomJust some personal stuff I can't tell anyone in particular. Mostly involving my boyfriend.
