What are you looking for?
Featured Topics
Select a topic to start reading.
To my lover whom I love -
When words escape us both, I like to imagine every sweep of your body against mine is a silent “I love every inch of you”.
With every reluctant “no” I whisper, I secretly beg you to take full control.
There is not a single inch of myself that is unfamiliar to you.
Not a single inch that your beautiful and perfectly god crafted hands haven’t been.
When it comes to you, I have no boundaries.
No secrets, no walls.
When each bead of sweat escapes your body and lands on mine, I imagine you and I are alone in a magical rainforest.
The lungs of this earth.
The breathing- in and then out.
With every thrust, the breathing quickens - holds - and then slows.
I close my eyes.
But when I open them again, I dizzy.
Your lips on mine, and then your lips travel.
Down my neck, on to my breasts.
And you feel safe between my chest.
And I feel safe when your hands are around my throat.
I feel free, I feel raw.
I don’t need to hide.
And when you’re done, I try to fill my lungs again with my natural breath but all my body can do is quake.
Our secret.
Our passion that we only share between us.
But I love you.
And each time I walk back down those stairs and we part, I pray to god that maybe this time you’ll beg me to stay.
And each time I walk up those stairs I pray to god that maybe this time you’ll love me the way I desperately love you.
I hold on to the aftermath of your wake.
How my body trembles underneath yours.
My lover, my friend.
If you see a comment that is unsupportive or unfriendly, please report it using the flag button.
More Posts
-
My Unsent Letter
I let you carry on with your little shipping craze because it was not only mildly amusing, but you also seemed to be enjoying yourself, though I feel I had done...
-
The Other Side
They say it hurts worse when the say "I don't love you anymore" they say "I still love you our paths just go different directions" is so muc...