this is how love is made

this is how love is made

the next one, the one I marry, will have eyes of silver moon threads, we’ll wrap ourselves tight in memories made of hot moist duvet, ruby eyed and stoned in the afternoon, sunshine shagged and sleeping, the delicious reek of weed heavy in the curtains, gazing, dazing, lazing together,

cock spent and cunt tired having fucked long and slow and quiet and loud to the entire back catalogue of mogwai, and then again, quiet quiet loud, quiet quiet very loud;

this is how love is made