I wish to sit in the grass, against a sturdy oak tree, my lover's head resting on my lap as the golden sun sets over the meadow's field. Poetry in my hands, my hair blowing in the warm summer breeze. I read from the book, a small smile gracing his lips, eyes closed. We sit there for a while. He props himself up, slowly bringing his lips to mine in a tender kiss.
We are in pure comfort and utter bliss.
♥
YOU ARE READING
a collection of deep thoughts
Poezja☻swimming under the midnight rain☻ Simply pages of thoughts, feelings, ideas, spilled out into words. To get out before I go mad.
