Quivering breath along my neck,
So subtle, so empowering
I can't help but grin,
As to what comes next... I cannot hold out for him.
Soft lips planted below my lobe, a tug to my hair - to let him in, he'll have the win.
Do I even dare?
My hips cannot help but roll around, biting my lips,
Eyes still shut.
We are moving, fumbling hands feel about,
My eyes peel open and what have I found?
That my imagination made me up into a clown.
But to dream of his touch cannot merely be enough,
For I have never felt such a way. Those piercing eyes of his, to look away, I'd be a fool.
They pull me right in, pull me to pieces.
I cannot stray, but only stay therefore he could have me however, have me at any call, but no no no,
He will not have me at all.
I have no problem with this... this friendship indeed for it is with great pleasure, to truly appreciate thee,
No better way to love,
than a friendship to me.
I won't ever cross the line, I can hold respect for quite sometime, during that sometime he'd like no doubt blindfold thee.
Because when I see him I cannot help it.
I try to seek,
What is going on in that mind.
Seek I do, I see right through
his deep, warm eyes -
the swirling power; the chaos I see
I will surely only become more weak if once more he looks through me.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
Quivering breath along my neck,
So subtle, so empowering
I can't help but grin,
As to what comes next... I cannot hold out for him.
Soft lips planted below my lobe, a tug to my hair - to let him in, he'll have the win.
Do I even dare?
My hips cannot help but roll around, biting my lips,
Eyes still shut.
We are moving, fumbling hands feel about,
My eyes peel open and what have I found?
That my imagination made me up into a clown.
But to dream of his touch cannot merely be enough,
For I have never felt such a way. Those piercing eyes of his, to look away, I'd be a fool.
They pull me right in, pull me to pieces.
I cannot stray, but only stay therefore he could have me however, have me at any call, but no no no,
He will not have me at all.
I have no problem with this... this friendship indeed for it is with great pleasure, to truly appreciate thee,
No better way to love,
than a friendship to me.
I won't ever cross the line, I can hold respect for quite sometime, during that sometime he'd like no doubt blindfold thee.
Because when I see him I cannot help it.
I try to seek,
What is going on in that mind.
Seek I do, I see right through
his deep, warm eyes -
the swirling power; the chaos I see
I will surely only become more weak if once more he looks through me.
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