lbenedyczak
Love is a dreadful bond, that takes forever to make,seconds to brake and an eternity to bury.
I just want to hold you,comfort you.Be with you as one.Babe you love me,even when not near,my heart is with you,love is true.
What is it about love? Sometimes like a soft white dove.Sometimes like the grip of a black leather glove. Sometimes we never rise above.
Oh,the amount of people who confuse 'to' and 'too' is amazing two me.
The sound of black stiletto high heels slowly walking down a long marble hallway.
Riding the tide of passion, on the wave of our emotions, so in slow motion, so sweet and true.
The words between my thigs/tell lies/like lust could be love/when it feels like this/like the end of the world/really could be bliss.
The only person I can please consistently is me. It pleases me to please others.