i want to lie in a field of brightly colored comforters. i want to roll down hills of stacked up pillows. i want to wrap our bodies in blankets like a passion-fruit burrito. i want you. i want to be with you. i want you to sing cheap trick lyrics to me (you know which song). i want to drink wine with you, eat strawberries with you, and taste them on your tounge when we kiss. i want to say the stupidest thing i can think of, and listen to your laugh, with it's gentle respect, without a trace of mockery. i just want to try one more time. forget all about your responsibilities, forget about college, forget about moving away. we never have to go anywhere. except to the condom aisle at 7-11.
johnny_crotchrot:
sounds easy