My body aches in thought of you,
at all times, of the day, of the night.
I try to hold back,
not to overwhelm you with this need.
But I can't. You are something I have to have.
Just thinking of your smile,
your hands, your body, your whisper.
I'm shivering in spite of my will,
to keep this all inside, to keep from bursting.
Please, notice me.
See my glances. Tell me you want this too.
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 2:47 AM UTC
My body aches in thought of you,
at all times, of the day, of the night.
I try to hold back,
not to overwhelm you with this need.
But I can't. You are something I have to have.
Just thinking of your smile,
your hands, your body, your whisper.
I'm shivering in spite of my will,
to keep this all inside, to keep from bursting.
Please, notice me.
See my glances. Tell me you want this too.
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