Make love to me in Spanish.
Not with that other tongue.
I want you juntito a mi,
tender like the language
crooned to babies.
I want to be that
lullabied, mi bien
querido, that loved.
I want you inside
the mouth of my heart,
inside the harp of my wrists,
the sweet meat of the mango,
in the gold that dangles
from my ears and neck.
Say my name. Say it.
The way it’s supposed to be said.
I want to know that I knew you
even before I knew you.
Something I wish someone had said to me years ago (via suicidalghosts)
Truest thing I’ve ever heard
(via woe-b-gone)
perfect couple: one person has cold hands, the other has warm hands. together, they maintain the ideal temperature for hand holding
relationship goals: thermodynamic equilibrium
