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Taija Mar 2018
Whenever I see you I have this ever burning desire to press my lips against yours; it's as if time comes to an halt when our eyes meet. It's wrong for me to lust for you, but it feels so right.

t.h.
Taija Dec 2017
I met you when the air was filled with strong winds, the snow was piled up high and roads were icy;

Soon the leaves started to grow back, the flowers blossomed along with gentle a breeze, it rained a lot;

Not long after the air was warm when it pushed against my skin, the sky filled with singing birds;

Later, the wind brought the leaves to the ground, crisp air filled my lungs as I inhaled;

I fell in love with you more and more as the year move along;

But my heartache found it's way in through the open window on a rainy fall day; that's when I realized that the wind can bring in more than just love.

t.h.
Taija Dec 2017
Not even the ever changing colors of autumn can compare to your eyes.
Even when every plant dies, your eyes still glisten as if they were a raindrop rolling off a leaf in the spring.

t.h.
Taija Nov 2017
Your body is uncharted territory, I want to uncover the secrets you keep hidden under your skin.

Your mind is the ocean, endless. Many of your thoughts, wants, and wishes have been displaced among the passing storms, swept up in countless waves; just waiting to be washed up on shore, concealed as a letter in a bottle.

Your heart is unlike any other wonder in this world, a glowing orb of fire; masked behind  cages of ribs and tucked away from ever reaching the surface by a layer of ivory flesh... never wanting to be found.

t.h.
Taija May 2017
I just can’t stop thinking about you. I swear you are like a scratched record replaying, replaying, replaying, the same part. You are always there in the cracks & crevices of my mind, my body, & my soul. You have become a part of my life; a part of me. Even when my heart is crushed into thousands of pieces, beneath all the rubble & debris, the sound of your lips curling to form the words ‘i love you’ will still be playing.

t.h.
Taija Jan 2017
I've never craved the touch of another, until I met you.


You make my lips quiver as your tongue glazes over top of them.


My legs tremble as your fingertips make their way down my body.


My lungs weak from the way you make me moan and gasp for air.


My hair, messy from us being naughty under your covers.


My voice cracks more and more every time I scream your name.

You show me how much I want you.

t.h.
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