They say that love is between a man and a woman. That the racing hearts and soft whispers are to be between that of a man and a woman. Yet when I look at her, my heart races and my mind fogs. They say it is wrong to love that of the same ***. That the soft touches and moans of pleasure should be shared between a woman and a man. But when her mouth meets mine and my hands find her hair, I can't help but think that they are the ones that are wrong, not this. Because this, Her mouth on mine, Our bodies flush against each other, The look in her eyes, Is love. The soft whispered words and racing hearts is now something that both she and I share. And when her body slots perfectly with mine And her eyes show that there is nowhere else she would rather be, I know that this is love. The way my breath hitches And my heart races And her soft gaze is all I can seem to focus on, I know that this is love. And if this is what love is, If this is what it really feels like, It will never be wrong. This is love.
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He calls her his princess, his beautiful queen yes everything's perfect this isn't a dream. They are amazing together, a couple so sweet their love so young is a miraculous feet.
raggid sharp points cutting skin and flesh graising what you once held soft nimble fingers, which now tightly grip my neck life leaving my eyes as i see the passion burn in yours heart racing your silohette leaving distant memorys of which i wont live to remember your hands look so much bigger in fists but i guess it just goes to show everything is bigger in texas