how is it that you can put into words my every thought and feeling?
i hate that i can’t escape.
as it enters
my veins
I feel the pain
rise inside.
his lips, his eyes,
so sultry, she cannot resist
this temptation within
fingers run along his body,
her lips trace each muscle
as she wanders below
her wetness builds
as his intoxicating body
moves closer to hers
sliding into one another
her adrenaline rushes
tingling on her lips
she grips his neck
pulling him against
to feel the warmth
this power rises,
she succumbs to his will
with an exhilarating release
“Avoid being a 1st love. It’s like being a concept car. All flash & promises, no power. Be someone’s 2nd love. Standard parts that work.” — Dane Cook (or whoever he quoted)
and I could not be happier.
I can’t put my finger on it, but I just enjoy you. The way you are so wonderful. So different. The way you understand. Comfort me. You never gave up even when you wanted to. I hope you never will.
*all the time
(Source: y0uinspiredme, via shutupletthemusicspeak)
I’m sorry you have to deal with this…
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i’d soar so high
miles and miles
would go by,
forever with my back
to this life,
to this disaster.
i hate when you look into my eyes and i look into yours and you know.
to see your face
to feel your hug
to hear your laugh
to look into your eyes
just one last time.
these memories wash over me
like a gust of wind
from the stormy sky,
this pain crashes down
like a bolt of lightening
breaking open the heavens.