< كارب ديم.
veryhorngry: Almost as much as I love the strike of a whip or hand against my skin, I love the brush of fingers. Touches so light I can barely feel them make electricity crackle in their trails. Tie me up and let your fingers ghost across me, torture me with the promise of more when my bonds won’t let me strain upwards to meet you.
I want to sleep with you, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. I don’t know, I guess something about being able to synchronize our breathing to our own heartbeats really attracts me to the idea. I’d love to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the smell of your hair. If I had my way, we’d cuddle and tell each other childhood stories before finally falling into a silent bliss. I want to sleep with you because I want to see if you snore, and if you do, I’ll tease you about it for the rest of our lives together. I want to be able to wake you up with a dozen kisses, just to stare into your eyes and silently communicate to you just how much I love you, because I just can’t find the words. Look forward to waking up to the smell of pancakes and pure sunshine, but don’t go anywhere. Yes that’s right, I’m cooking you breakfast in bed.
nuus: sarah burns_luc cuiffait_