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well I don't care, for mushroom soup. I just want a damn bedroom roof. Some Mac N Cheese, will suit me fair. Just let me in, to share your air. I don't want your grandmothers ring.
You entered my dreams. For no reason it seems. Held me tight. Blocked out nasty sights. You comforted me in sleep. Close like this is for keeps. Nuzzled in feeling your heat.
I'm always gonna watch you. From the window. As you twirl around in the fall afternoon. I'm always gonna love your smile. How it seems a lights been left on. In your eyes it not dull.
#emotion #confusion Confusing, confounding, A love murder mystery; You have all the weapons, Motives, but refuse to Commit the crime Of getting too close To me, or anyone else, And you fear You've...
In the dead of the night. You are my light. When I can't see. You are holding me. When I need your touch. I never have to search much. When I need you near. You are here, my dear.
I held her close, tighter than ever before. She wrapped her arms around me and cuddled me close.
We talk and it's like Coming home To a meal on the table And a roaring fire in the hearth, A picture-postcard, Like we have never been apart And we've always known Each other since forever, Even...
I have no need for money, Or the burden that it brings, I have no need for friendships, Or crazy weekend flings, I hanker not for sunshine, Or outings on the lake, Stunning views and mountain...
Lie with me Let's just smile and stare Imaginary fingers entwine Taking us anywhere Lie with me Want to be so close Closing my eyes I'm there You're no longer just a ghost Lie with me Forget the...
Hold me tight in your embrace, Don't let go: it's not a race. Take my worries, they're too much, Relieve my shoulders with your touch. Skin to skin, material, Our moulding bodies, ethereal.
-TIFFANY- "Wake up gorgeous" Nate said to me, shifting in his seat to startle me a little. "Where am I?" I asked, eyes feeling dry and blurred.
The music starts, You take my hand. We find a space, Beside the band. Our bodies sync, We start to flow. The whole world Seems to slow. You catch my eye And make me smile.
#augustwriteaday #lover 1.
Title help pretty pretty please??. The latch All rusty and old But strong no doubt Keeps a very firm hold I tug and tug Where is the key.
#household I look at your heart Bounded in chains Only one key Still remains Where could it be. I want to know All about you And the secrets you hold Where has it been hidden.
Sex is a weapon. A passion. A cure. Sex is just one thing. We all long for. But it's not just the one thing. That keeps us alive. There has to be love. And certainly trust. Or our relationship.
Chapter 17 I woke up and saw the empty side of the bed. Was he sad. I didn't hug him or hold his hand last night. Was he looking for a place to live. Was this just a mistake. My head was hurting.
I don't judge you, despite the fact you drink too much to escape from problems and run away when life gets too serious.
It's such a mess A shame A fucked up situation A relationship Or not In love.
I always want to ask you about that short vertical scar on the middle of your back, but I figure it wouldn't be a good idea. So I stare at it.
These words that float across the page ignite a passion flow. Enticing and inviting me to your secret show. Like threads they weave a tapestry of a picture yet unseen.
I try to hide my loneliness again but I guess it's just one of those days when my acting is not as good as every other day.
#household Tender fingers picked apart my mind, It unravelled in your hands so kind, Chestnut eyes examined me all, Now you know me, and still stand tall, Forever next to me and happy, (Even when...
Is filled With love. My eyes cant see You enough. My fingertips always in search to touch You. Run My fingers trough Your hair. My skin is Longing for Your warmth being close.