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― Some things are better left unsaid. - poppyflowerpoetry (via perfect )
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.


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I wake up feeling happy and sleepy, the sun’s warming up my skin through the open windows and the air smells so fresh and salty, like it only does in places next to the beach. Our vacation has been magical. The food is awesome, the apartment we rented is beautiful and you are, as always, amazing.
I smile to myself as the thought of you strucks my mind and I turn around in the bed to get some morning love just to see that you’re already up. I can smell now that you’re making breakfast, so I stretch and kick the covers off my naked body. We usually sleep naked in the summer.
I get up and walk towards the door. In the mirrow I can see how sun kissed my skin already in comparison to the little places my bikini hides. My pussy is lighter than my boobs are though, since sometimes I went topless when we were alone at the beach. My hair falls in little waves down my back and still looks messy from last night. The thought of yesterday leaves a hot sensation in my lower body and I can feel that my pussy is getting just a little wet.
I open the door and walk into the little kitchen our apartment offers. I lean against the doorframe and watch you making breakfast plates while the delicious smell of eggs and toast fills the apartment. The radio is blaring some pop song and you sing or better hum along showing some of your silly dance moves as you’re facing away from me. I smile to myself and I admire the view on your sexy butt and back, your arms and your big hands that put together the food so gracefully. You’re clearly in a good mood from last night as well.
I walk towards you and wrap my arms around you from behind, burying my face in your neck. “Good morning, baby” I whisper into your ear placing a kiss on your neck. You shiver slightly and turn around in my arms. “Morning” you smile and lean in for a long kiss. Your hands are wandering down my spine and you finish the kiss with a playful spank on my bum. “Babyy” I squeek and try to get even closer to you by hugging you tighter. “What?” You whisper in
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