it fits you wellI imagine you my lover,it fits you well
better than the last.
explaining the concept of love
versus
the concept of making love.
such a subject
that would leave two tongues tired to re-enact the scene.
two naked figures on a pillow-top mattress,
putting all doubts aside.
with every kiss an idea
with every moan a memory
with every fuck a gasp for air
leaving you tongue tied
breathless
and without a thought to save you from screaming.
thundestorm of feelingthe phone went dead after our conversation the other night. i didnt bother to go plug it back in.thundestorm of feeling
there wasnt any need to do so. i laid there thinking.
watching the wonders of a thunderstorm passing throught the city. amazing.
i couldnt keep my eyes off of you or the mere thought of you laying next to me waiting out the storm
so that i could drive you home after. in silence, like always. i love you in silence,
like a whisper but with less words. theres always a silence after i hold your hand.
or pretend to hold your hand, as if it w
she hates meyour words twirl my thoughts this way and that wayshe hates me
and i am looking for the millionth excuse to say no to your advances. your hand on my lap
and
your hair being twirled by your other hand. your eyes capture the nightlight so well. my eyes are captivated by your smile. my thoughts are out of orbit
and
this coffee date should have never happened. i cant remember what you were saying but i remember your hand racing up my thigh. your accent
moving me
here and there, and i dont want to be rude but i think im too young for you. and you laug
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