LAZY SUNDAYS WOTH HARRY PLS
He used to be the type to wake up early during the weekends so he could get everything done by the late afternoon and have an evening with a couple of his mates, but things changed when he met you.
He became the type to wake up later than usual (still managing to be wide awake before you roused from your much needed sleep) and hold you close to his lanky frame. An arm wrapped around your upper body as he lay beside you, his hot breath hitting your cheek and though he once swore he admired being the little spoon, he loved being the big spoon with you.
There was just something about having the ability to keep you within arms reach, body entangled in yours. To keep you near and think about how lucky he was. How lucky he was that you hadn’t done a runner once he asked you to be his (or at first glance) because as sappy as he sounds, he hasn’t felt love like this before and he can’t believe he’s managed to snag you - at least that’s what his mother says.
“G'morning,” Harry pronounces with a rough sleep drawl, although he’s been awake for twenty minutes now. He scratches his shirt clad chest with his index finger and uses his head to gesture to the plate on the table. “Made you breakfast.”
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Me diste razones para dejar de amarte, pero ¿Cómo hacerlo? Tu eres mi definición del amor.
Otra vida etérea
Quiero que sientas mi corazón arder por ti.
“Yo manejo mi cerebro, no mi corazón.”
— El archivo de Sherlock Holmes (Arthur Conan Doyle)
Están las chicas como tú que traen un chingo de constelaciones en los párpados y la orilla de las mejillas esas chicas que cuando aman su energía embellece su mirada y su boca es un constante carrusel de sueños Están las chicas como tú que leen y traen un diario escriben bonito y te imaginas perversos encuentros y charlas profundas Están las chicas como tú que cuando les dicen un poema parece que les salen pájaros de los ojitos y su cuerpo tiembla con el eco de una palabra precisa Están las chicas como tú que beben un chingo y en la mañana se ven hermosamente confundidas con las cicatrices visibles pero ya muy cerradas Están las chicas como tú curiosas y un poco torpes abrazables y deseables esas chicas deshechas que toman actitudes bien pendejas cuando alguien no sabe tratarlas con indiferencia
Zerkalo (1975)