god, what would i give
what would i give just to kiss you again
“our combo move”
“our thing”
to kiss you
to kiss you and bite your lip til you groan
bite your tongue til you **** in that breath
**** in that breath and surge forward
push me into the mattress
kiss me til we’re both breathless
breathless on us
god, what would i give
what would i give to touch you again
touch your beautiful skin
trail my tanned fingers across your pality
kiss your chest
your stomach
anywhere i can reach,
though you hate yourself
though you think you’re chubby
(you’re not)
i just want to tug on your hair again
that blooming copper blush
my little male empusa
my charmander
my charizard
(better than a dragonite, no matter what you say)
im not one for changing opinions
but id do anything to have you back in my arms
to stretch my arms across your wide back, those muscles you work so hard for
god, you’re still mine
you’ll always be mine
“only if you want to
it’s a deal”
its a stupid deal
how dare you ask me that
how dare you
i want to **** on your neck like the first few times until the bruise blossoms
that tag
that label
“Mine.”
i am no poet
i am no artist like you
but one day i will write you
etch your name into the paper
as i wish you’d etch your love into my skin
as you used to
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
god, what would i give
what would i give just to kiss you again
“our combo move”
“our thing”
to kiss you
to kiss you and bite your lip til you groan
bite your tongue til you **** in that breath
**** in that breath and surge forward
push me into the mattress
kiss me til we’re both breathless
breathless on us
god, what would i give
what would i give to touch you again
touch your beautiful skin
trail my tanned fingers across your pality
kiss your chest
your stomach
anywhere i can reach,
though you hate yourself
though you think you’re chubby
(you’re not)
i just want to tug on your hair again
that blooming copper blush
my little male empusa
my charmander
my charizard
(better than a dragonite, no matter what you say)
im not one for changing opinions
but id do anything to have you back in my arms
to stretch my arms across your wide back, those muscles you work so hard for
god, you’re still mine
you’ll always be mine
“only if you want to
it’s a deal”
its a stupid deal
how dare you ask me that
how dare you
i want to **** on your neck like the first few times until the bruise blossoms
that tag
that label
“Mine.”
i am no poet
i am no artist like you
but one day i will write you
etch your name into the paper
as i wish you’d etch your love into my skin
as you used to
