We don't have a love like the rest
I compare it to Anastasia and Christian
You are so cold and dark inside
You can't provide love in my life
You can't save me from the demons in my mind
But I love the way you feel inside.
It's hard pretending I do not care
I wouldn't have it any other way
The way your thrusting inside me
Pulling my hair, and I scream.
Down on my knees looking up at you
This is what we have to offer
A secret life of ***, and I can't be your lover
But the way you grab me, pulls me away
You can take all you want
Just stay, my fifty shades.
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.
It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.
When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.
When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.
Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
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