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His eyes. One glance from Him started a fire in me that I wished not to put out. Burn. I wanted to burn. One touch from Him eased my restless mind, I unraveled in His arms. My once guarded heart unshackled itself from the prison I enslaved it. He was my castle. My stronghold. My fortress. Time. 1,000 years would not be nearly enough time with Him. I wanted to devour Him every second of every day. His scent replaced the air I breathe. He knows not of my love. What I feel can never be put into words. Although I wanted to scream as loud as humanly possible. I love you. You. You brilliant, magnificent, mystical, devastatingly beautiful, irresistible, captivating man you. I love you. But my lips fell silent. I wonder if He knew. I wonder if He could feel my thoughts caressing his soul. His heartbeat. I miss His heartbeat. That's when I felt the closest to Him. In that stillness. Feeling his chest rise and fall, His heart singing my favorite lullaby. I long for it now. More than anything.
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Him
His eyes. One glance from Him started a fire in me that I wished not to put out. Burn. I wanted to burn. One touch from Him eased my restless mind, I unraveled in His arms. My once guarded heart unshackled itself from the prison I enslaved it. He was my castle. My stronghold. My fortress. Time. 1,000 years would not be nearly enough time with Him. I wanted to devour Him every second of every day. His scent replaced the air I breathe. He knows not of my love. What I feel can never be put into words. Although I wanted to scream as loud as humanly possible. I love you. You. You brilliant, magnificent, mystical, devastatingly beautiful, irresistible, captivating man you. I love you. But my lips fell silent. I wonder if He knew. I wonder if He could feel my thoughts caressing his soul. His heartbeat. I miss His heartbeat. That's when I felt the closest to Him. In that stillness. Feeling his chest rise and fall, His heart singing my favorite lullaby. I long for it now. More than anything.
jill-ann
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
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