there’s this someone.
this someone that has this control over me.
everything this someone does or recommends i love.
i’m intrigued…every time i see this someone, their values.. their beliefs.
this control that they have over me.
i just don’t understand it.
"You can´t be barely friends with someone you're madly in love". So true.
I’d like to speak to the tick in your thoughts and the thump in your pearl. I have to set flame to all parts of you.
I plan to fuck you so fucking exceptional that your crooked walk from a swollen pussy won’t be the only aftermath. I will proudly walk around this world during this scorching summer with every fucking hickey, bite, scratch and hand print possible.
I plan to smile at each staring bystander because they need to know just how well I put it down, for you and only you.
My heart races when I think about my hand around your neck. My lips touching yours, your tongue inscribing your name in my mouth. The way it feels when your chest begins to rise and fall. The beating of our hearts quickening. How when my hand drops to reach for your ass you pull it elsewhere. How you make me beg… how your name sounds leaving my mouth…
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