Your warm hands caressing my skin,
Your cool breath on my lips,
Our sweat soaked bodies explore each other,
We are connected in so many ways,

Love,
Ideals,
Personalities,
Skin...

I awaken and find a blade by my bed,
I stare at it longingly.
Wishing I had the courage to pick it up again,
Feel it draw the familiar scarlet line,
Bright against my skn,
My skin...
More sensual than anything I've ever felt.
Outside of my dreams of course.

In my dreams I've felt so much more.
Your body and mine.
Together.
Warm,
Hot,
Hotter than flames,
Licking at bare skin.
Beautiful.

The tastes.
The smells.
The sounds.
The way you feel.

I'm just a lonely girl,
Waiting,
Looking,
For love.
Safety,
Someone who actually cares.

I wish for a boy.
Who wont leave me.
Or use me.
Or throw me away.

I want someone who can love me.
For who I really am.
Not who I should be.

I need him.
The one I love.
Not who they think I should love.
Who I should be with.
According to so-called "friends".
The ones who share the glory when I win.
But kick me when I'm down.

Where do I belong?

In my dreams...