His eyes used to stare at me with wonder.
For I was a mystery to him.
His hands used to trace my skin with delicacy.
For I was as fragile as glass to him.
His arms used to wrap around, never letting go.
For I was a prize he never wanted to lose.
Then things changed.
His eyes knew me and stared with need.
For he knew what was underneath.
His hands got rough and stronger than normal.
For he knew what I could handle.
His arms let me go, no longer keeping me close.
For he knew I'd always be his, I'd never go.
(m.p)
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
His eyes used to stare at me with wonder.
For I was a mystery to him.
His hands used to trace my skin with delicacy.
For I was as fragile as glass to him.
His arms used to wrap around, never letting go.
For I was a prize he never wanted to lose.
Then things changed.
His eyes knew me and stared with need.
For he knew what was underneath.
His hands got rough and stronger than normal.
For he knew what I could handle.
His arms let me go, no longer keeping me close.
For he knew I'd always be his, I'd never go.
(m.p)
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