It's Magical.Every nerve was on fire.It's Magical. by BrokenKisses-XLover
No really, every nerve.
It was outstanding.
How cold hands can warm every inch of me.
Every stroke sent shock waves to my brain,
My thighs, my stomach, my arms.
My spine felt every shiver.
One touch, that's all I need to send me into hyper drive.
All i want, is you. Me. Alone.
Have a real connection without hungry eyes watching,
waiting for an opportunity to strike a comment.
It was magical.
Funny, a blanket can hide so much.
So many strokes, so much connection.
It really was amazing.
Having that fire in my heart lit once again.
For so long I forgot the feeling touch gave me.
That feeling of a single finger stroking my neck,
Or when two pairs of lips meet.
But only behind turned backs,
Hungry eyes will be ready for anything.
So we wait, and meet once again.
Behind backs, and kiss.
It's simple, but always magical.
It's funny how he says he doesn't know what he's doing.
To me it seems like he's born to do it.
Touch me, hold me, love me.
When I grab
Escape - My Thoughts on PaperHow do I begin?Escape - My Thoughts on Paper by BrokenKisses-XLover
It's like a wave of un-realness.
Something inside me tells me to wake up before it's too late.
It's all a dream.
Please tell me it's wrong,
because it's not a dream.
I hope its not..
A thread, no. A chain of happiness that adds to my life.
An escape from all that hurts.
Arms hold me close and give me a moment of security.
The security that I lost so many years ago.
Mommy's arms don't give me safety.
I know she loves me,
but she can't undo what she did so long ago.
She can't take away the phrases in my head,
The screaming, the violence, the crashes of pans.
None of it is forgotten.
Forgiven, yes. But forgotten no.
But in other arms I find the loss of my memory.
Everything is gone when I'm in his arms.
It scares me, I feel so strongly.
I almost wait for someone to rip this feeling from me.
It's like a cruel prank, and I'm waiting for the "Gotcha"
I've held back too many tears.
It's beyond perfect. Every feeling,
Every smile. Every memory.
It's like a swee
Thoughts of this DreamerMoments - too dream like to imagine possible.Thoughts of this Dreamer by BrokenKisses-XLover
Escapes - his arms, his lips, his existence.
Touches - silky, electric, and very much wanted.
Instincts - for once I've acted upon them.
Pulses - too fast to think, to know. Just feel.
Indulgences - taking in every second, word, and touch he gives me.
Urges - taking me higher and higher, to a state of need.
Risks - they are taken freely, stupidly.
Hearts - beating wildly, get caught? get farther?
Hands - hiding, exploring, searching.
Breaks - lying there in his arms, taking in every second.
Hopes - it can work, it will work.
Lessons - every second we learn more about each other,
Acts - taking every opportunity to use our new knowledge.
Dreams - what could happen next?
Doubts - do i have a reason to have any?
Goodbyes - nightly, daily, but a goodbye none the less.
Feelings - something i know i definitely, positively, have for him.
Favourite genre of music: Drum and Bass|
Favourite style of art: The Mellow Style
MP3 player of choice: Ipawd
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