I twist and turn until I'm tangled in my sheets still warm and breathing whispers of my dreams of you and I close my eyes and drift back towards the seas of lustfull longing and let my hands wander down and grasp and slide and grip at the infatuation of fire that burns beneath my skin and quikens the rhythm and beating of my heart and my jaw tightens and my tounge presses against the roof of my mouth and traces your name against my teeth and my lungs fill and pause in anticipation of knowing the life seeping out of me is ready to scatter and spread like stars exploding against the night sky and then I am suddenly falling through space and time and my teeth bite into my pillow and your name comes rushing out in my heavy breaths of desperation and wanting of lust that bleeds with the need for love and I'm tangled in this illusion of sheets made out of dreams of you and I lay there waiting for your kiss to awaken me that I know I will never feel and my pulse dies down and the fire continues to burn as I leave the sheets of my bed while still tangled in the dreaming of you
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
I twist and turn until I'm tangled in my sheets still warm and breathing whispers of my dreams of you and I close my eyes and drift back towards the seas of lustfull longing and let my hands wander down and grasp and slide and grip at the infatuation of fire that burns beneath my skin and quikens the rhythm and beating of my heart and my jaw tightens and my tounge presses against the roof of my mouth and traces your name against my teeth and my lungs fill and pause in anticipation of knowing the life seeping out of me is ready to scatter and spread like stars exploding against the night sky and then I am suddenly falling through space and time and my teeth bite into my pillow and your name comes rushing out in my heavy breaths of desperation and wanting of lust that bleeds with the need for love and I'm tangled in this illusion of sheets made out of dreams of you and I lay there waiting for your kiss to awaken me that I know I will never feel and my pulse dies down and the fire continues to burn as I leave the sheets of my bed while still tangled in the dreaming of you
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