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Natalie Hughes May 2016
As your hand crawls up my thigh and a moan escapes my throat.

As my breath catches and I don't notice anything other than your body on mine.

As your lips trace from my jawline to my breast and my skin catches on fire under your kiss.

As I realize your touch is the one I have always craved.

And I slowly become afraid that no one can save my innocence from you.

As I become electrified when sparks of pleasure find their way down my arched spine.

As our legs intertwine and my heart beats a little faster.

As I am left with the warm and comforting taste of your lips.

I let myself fall madly in love with you.
haven't been on in a while, but I found this beauty hidden in a jumble of Word files
Natalie Hughes May 2016
I want you to see galaxies
And breathe the universe when you look at me.

Instead I'm howling at the moon
And feeling like a dim star
on the verge of collapse.
Natalie Hughes Jul 2014
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee more than I can express
For these words do not explain the distress
My soul has endured for you.
I hate thee more than morning dew
Longs for the morning sun to rise.
I hate thee greatly for all the lies;
I hate thee immensely for tying my noose.
I hate thee with a passion that I shall use
To burn all the memories of our life.
I hate thee with no means of ever stopping --
As my tears become dying breaths
And my fears become reality -- but if God does his choosing
Maybe I shall love thee after death.
Re-writing of the poem"How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Browning
I wrote it for school and I'm actually very proud of it
Natalie Hughes Jul 2014
I miss your smile. I miss your hugs. I miss your voice. I miss the way your eyes lit up when you said "I love you". But most of all, I miss the way you made me feel.
Like I was special. Like there was no one else in the world like me. Like I was your only one and would always be your only one. Like I was the only person in your life that actually mattered to you.
But ever since you left me, I don't feel that way.
I don't feel anything but useless and used.
I'm trying to pick up the pieces, but what's the use when I know you're just going to break me again?
I hate this feeling, ugh. Why do I always end up feeling like this?
Natalie Hughes Jul 2014
I never thought the day would come when your warming words could turn my heart cold

When "I love you" became our last goodbye and the tears on my cheeks formed because of you

When I lost all faith in the world with every longing look you shared with her

When the grip you had on my heart loosened and I slipped through your fingers  

I never thought the day would come when the last image in my mind of you would be the smirk on your lips as you walked away from me, arm wrapped around her waist
Just a little somethin

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