Tender curiosity
ignited something I never anticipated.
Your mind is a mass of knotted rope that I want to untangle with my tongue while our bodies are pressed against each other,
Yet I crave to hold you and know you in the most innocent of ways.
No, I will never be in love with you,
And dear Lord! I hope you never fall in love with me,
but I long to understand you in a way that no one ever has,
and reassure you that your trust goes unbroken.
Follow me tonight,
to the corner where lust and purity meet.
Strong and silent friend,
I have always seen such beauty in you.
Please, never forget that I am on your side.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
Tender curiosity
ignited something I never anticipated.
Your mind is a mass of knotted rope that I want to untangle with my tongue while our bodies are pressed against each other,
Yet I crave to hold you and know you in the most innocent of ways.
No, I will never be in love with you,
And dear Lord! I hope you never fall in love with me,
but I long to understand you in a way that no one ever has,
and reassure you that your trust goes unbroken.
Follow me tonight,
to the corner where lust and purity meet.
Strong and silent friend,
I have always seen such beauty in you.
Please, never forget that I am on your side.
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