I’m tryna eat fruit and walk around a lover’s house topless cos the summer heat be ridiculous. i’m tryna be laughing and giggling at inside jokes with my lover. tryna be laying in they lap as we watch movies, stealing a kiss here and there. i’m tryna be in love, vulnerable, and content.
admit it, we’ve all fantasised about slow-dancing in the kitchen barefoot in our pyjamas at 2am in the arms of someone we love while old romantic jazz songs play softly on the radio