he gave me this look that drove me insane he imagined things with me goosebumps he stretched the strings inside me love and attraction merge and he didn't even say a word
Your core, this folding door, guarded by the sentry of your knees, the iron vice of your thighs, allow me, please, this much: one kiss, one stroke, one persuasion, that you might this night, my darling, find it in your heart to open to me.
five words bad words sad words it was like geting hit by swords but i wanna hoard those attention those affection give me more give me less give me enough give me now so how whisper it tell it do it
At last i heard an affirmation i heard a cry of anticipation i saw a thrive of endearment giddy on that simple statement of yours i hope it is not force i felt it so true turned my day to blue got away hope it did not flew i am not sure but i assume burning eyes for this moment not sure if this is a vent but you ask i did a task not sure about this class is this a must why am i doing what are we feeling
You carry your lantern out from under the sea a beacon at the twilight juncture between you and me the footsteps of your bare feet allot a mere hint to vast splendor within your surviving love's imprint
Inspired by the poem "Poetry is a Lighthouse," from fellow HP writer Lyda M Sourne
