She rolls up spliff to embrace her mind.
All of her problems sink into thin air.
She thinks and takes a trip back into the past.
Where her mind stabs and stabs at the idea of her mistakes.
She holds a grudge of her own, upon herself.
Feels the weight on her shoulders beginning to get heavier and heavier.
Reminds herself to relax.
She expresses her mind with music.
Sways her hips to Lana Del Rey as she lets her neck roll and hair flow from side to side.
It soothes her soul.
She let’s the music take her to higher places as the emotion puts bricks on her eyes and butterfly’s in her stomach.
She lays wanting nothing but to admire her significant other.
As she lays there naked, her skin is so soft.
Her hair smells of the finest shampoo, her skin of the wildest flowers.
She lays there.
Her stretch marks are perfectly in the correct areas and her lips couldn’t be more perfectly shaped.
Her mind, body, and soul are in itself a key.
It’s a bronze and shinny key that fits perfectly into every notch in the lock which open the door to my heart.
Out comes good vibes, cheesy sayings, and love.
Love was important.
Love has turned my world around and made it 20x better.
I can’t think of someone else I would rather spend life with.
Her smile is so warm and breath taking and when she says she looks gross in your head you think otherwise.
She’s what I want.
She’s what I need.
Everything starts to be less intensified and the high wares off.
And she is still beautiful.