Are taking a drive. Your sitting in the passenger seat looking gorgeous as usual and your perfume makes the car smell wonderful. I’m driving, but finding it hard not to keep looking at you. I am needing/wanting your touch. I reach over and grab your hand and set it on my leg. We both smile
Every time I see you, I die a little more. You don’t know how much I wish our paths will cross, and each time that happens I thank my lucky stars. However, it also brings about a plethora of mixed emotions. Yes, I am so thrilled to see you but I can’t ever show it.
Ease some of that tension. I’m sitting on the couch. You walk in and I can see you’ve had a rough day. I spread my legs and motion you to come sit in between them. You sit. I start to massage your shoulders. You roll your head. Candle light lights up the side of your
You deep inside. My body longs for yours. I enjoy thinking about you. Its addicting. I’m quite the nimpho with self pleasure because of you. Sometimes it feels like your really touching me. I want to feel your nails dig into my skin as you grab my ass to pull me in closer. I want
You don’t exist to me anymore. Just a memory in my head. A ghost. Beguiling and dangerous. You were like Satan himself. You almost dragged me down to you. Only the eruption broke that chain. Small mercies. I survived. I crawled from the wreckage. I washed up on shore. Started walking and was tempted to
I couldn’t love you the way you wanted me to. I loved you the only way I know how: completely, madly, irretrievably. With all my heart and soul, with everything I had, until I had nothing left to give. But you couldn’t love me like I loved you because the only way you know how