I want to make you smile and I want to make you cum.
I want to hold your hand and I want to hold your hips down while you’re writhing.
I want to make your eyes light up and I want to make them roll in the back of your head.
I want to be your reason to wake up and your reason to stay in bed.
I want to kiss your wounds and I want you to leave them on my back.
I want to play with your hair while you sleep and I want to feel it between my fingers while you are on top of me.
I want to memorize the repetition of your breathing and I want to memorize the sporadics of your moaning.
I want to see the arch in your grin and I want to feel the arch in your back before you collapse.
I want to go out to dinner with you and I want to go down on you.
I want to to feel you in my heart and I want to feel you inside me.
I want to make you laugh and I want to make you scream.
I want to still be able to taste you in the morning.
I want you in every form.
I wasn’t going to let you know how much I still loved you.
But you knew.
I scared you away.
I fucked it up.
I fuck up everything.
You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen - on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the cloud, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever became acquaintance with
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it’s been so long.
i want your body.
i want your everything.
i want it dirty & i want romantic.
i want it wreckless & i want it passionate.
i want you to want me.
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She can’t understand how anyone goes on breathing when true love ends.
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People come and go.
Thats just life.
So whats wrong with me?
Why can’t I just get over it?
Out of my thoughts?
Your in every thought. Part of my existence. Part of me. You’re in every thought. In every line I’ve ever read since I first came here. You’re in the river, the sails of ships,the sea, the clouds, the stones of London. Till the last hours of my life you will remain in me.
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