I dont even want a boyfriend i want a homie that i can kiss when i want not commitment but simple consideration its just something about the process… We can hang chill & then there is is moment where you find love that you never existed i personally dont want anything to happen too too fast but i would love an option of some sort… I wanna be friend somebody attractive an think nothing of sex
propers to theswinginsixties:
Otis Redding performing at the Atlanta Braves Stadium, 1966.
Legendary… Love this guy!!!
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I wanted his attention but his homie gave it to me
For it to be 2:58am
And to crawl in the bed after undressing from a night out
To lay beside that man
& for him to open his arm for me to lay on his chest
…no more lonely looking for somebody hes at the house waiting in the king for me
It doesnt hit me that something is missing until i dont have it anymore …its always the day after that im engulfed in that mister that i may be nonchalant but oh the moment it strikes i am on a high…
Every touch look and slight pause presents it’s self graceful sincere i need that every minute until im tired of that person…
The one thing i hate about staying in my childhood home is the fact i anticipate him walking in my room every minute and second of every day…he used to creep into my room and lay on top of me or beside me or he would grab my ankle to wake me up…on a summer night he up and left me in the middle of a card game so i got pissed but later that night in my sleep i heard him walk up the stairs and open my door i felt him in my room but i thought i was dreaming until he kisses my cheek and whispered in my ear… those days seem like a distant memory that i may never relive i miss him and if it wasnt for my constant need to people please we’d be together and instead of anticipation he’d be here…
