Long distance *****
for one theres the lack of *******
Too graphic?
You have no idea. Can't picture the conversations, hot and heavy,
heavy.
Heavy with what? Emotion, longing, the lingering feeling of an illusion appearing as reality. A reality that is wanted, by the two who conjured it, to such an extent that the fantasy fights to put itself into existence.
Long distance huh?
It's like the bread without the butter. So many combinations for each of them, so many different things they could go with instead. Yet together they're perfect in their simplicity.
It's a
natural
thing
It's like the wind without the rain, apart they're alright, maybe a little unpredictable.
But together they create the perfect storm, rising and falling side by side.
It's like the scooby doo without the scooby
it's just ****
But hey, she's worth it to me
Long distance *****
But who cares? I'm not crazy, she's worth the wait.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
Long distance *****
for one theres the lack of *******
Too graphic?
You have no idea. Can't picture the conversations, hot and heavy,
heavy.
Heavy with what? Emotion, longing, the lingering feeling of an illusion appearing as reality. A reality that is wanted, by the two who conjured it, to such an extent that the fantasy fights to put itself into existence.
Long distance huh?
It's like the bread without the butter. So many combinations for each of them, so many different things they could go with instead. Yet together they're perfect in their simplicity.
It's a
natural
thing
It's like the wind without the rain, apart they're alright, maybe a little unpredictable.
But together they create the perfect storm, rising and falling side by side.
It's like the scooby doo without the scooby
it's just ****
But hey, she's worth it to me
Long distance *****
But who cares? I'm not crazy, she's worth the wait.
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