Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
It gets to a point where I have made myself so minuscule, I can't seem to fill all your empty corners and that's when you look at me just like every ordinary thing in the world and I subconciously shrink further into myself
Bluntly, I feel like I am not enough
To make love is a wonderful thing.
An irreplaceable feeling of sheer ecstasy.
A man and a woman sharing their very souls.
An emotionally charged volcano with an eruption of love.
Literally a bonding of mind, body, and soul.
And, quite simply, emotions in motion.
Next page