I would like to live a simple life with you. Simple – not to be confused with boring. Can we move to the country side and fill our senses with sticky sunshine and summer sweat and wild flowers and coy secrets? Long nights under the wide and starry sky with bug bites and reveries and fireflies. Simple – not boring. With you every small moment wrapped in the evening grass feel like grandiose fantasy. I will be study your geography, the dips and valleys and of your anatomy. And we will rise with the sun and say goodnight bye the moon. I want to live a simple life with you, satiated by love and firelight and cold toes on wet riverbanks.
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