Jonesin’

you fall in love with the little things,
like that silly breath he takes at the start of a belly laugh,
the crooked way his smile forms when he’s watching your hips sway at the kitchen counter,
or the gentle, deceiving way he runs his lips across your neck before he bites,
and before you know it, you’re addicted;
you can’t imagine going without those things,
and you wake everyday jonesin’ for a fix,
stringing together one little thing into the next,
until your entire existence is one endless pursuit

and that’s when you know

-image via Tumblr; linked to the dVerse Open Link Night

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