She looked at him In the dimly lit room Sensations blooming At her plush lips Every inch of flesh Taken impatiently His playing hands stroke His intention clear The moves playing Of rhythmic ardor Pulsating Panting Fervent Consuming…
how's it been, living life to the fullest while wrapped in someone else's arms?
how's it been, turning away from someone who loved you with ardor greater than she thought?
how's it been, disregarding the times you've had, which were so real that leaving them was unthinkable?
how's it been now that we've caught up?
meeting up with an ex was less embarrassing and nervewracking than i thought. instead, i was enveloped in so many words that i had to spit out at them to make them able to comprehend what had happened to me.
I never wanted it to be like this She knows no bliss... Because I can’t give it. Slit your wrist or run away quick. Somethings ****** in my head, I’m missing a bit more I can’t keep score But I’ll keep your core And ******* sore Not your body But her ardor...
I can give you no reward my darling.. Just this cheap fervor