I want love, not just attraction.
I want that everytime you see me dancing in the rain, you see me smiling in my happiness, not in my wet-suddenly-tight-top.
I want the type of love where your lover's your friend too. One who will turn every night into a sleepover, like pillow fights and stuff that make us seem like we're childs forever.
I want the late deep convos in a pillow fort, the reading together.
I want the each of us to admire our partner, under the burning flame of a Christmas candle, or at the front door while one's about to leave, turning the handle.
I don't want the ones who fuck, I want the ones that love so deep, their bodies accept their luck.
Sure, attraction is fine sometimes, but overall, I want love.
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Midnight thoughts
PoetryHi there ! Salut ici ! cette partie du compte sera écrite, justement, en partie en anglais. J'aime écrire dans les deux langues, alors j'espère que ça ne dérange pas ! Bonne lecture, Lunaey
