A blush climbs at my cheeks
Evertime I see him smile
I know if I need something
That he'd walk the mile
That voice is so soothing
So full of truth
So deep and wise
Yet an entierty of youth
His are searching
Tempting through mine
My stomach is churning
Heart leaps out of time
Moving a bit closer
Stepping more near
He's right in front of me
Not sure whether to fear
Entwines our hands now
Sends a jump through my chest
A hand gently releases our clasp
As my cheek is then carressed
Lightly lifts my chin
As he pauses, it is bliss
Savouring the moment
He leans towards me
The kiss
Lips forming to my own
Hand held across my spine
Embracing me, I've flown
And I know he is mine
Pulling me in tonight
Then the release
Though it's dark under the moonlight
All fears I've had cease
As I lean in him
We are one
I can feel the heat sink in
Even without the sun














Comments
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"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"
-Alice
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"God, we're off the rails,
now they drag me off in pieces." - elle-sophicles
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"I will make pilgrims of my fingers,"
- ScarlettLetters :iconscarlettletters:
dont doubt yourself your really good at this stuff
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I'm going to hell anyway, might as well make it worth it ;D
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"God, we're off the rails,
now they drag me off in pieces." - elle-sophicles
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"I will make pilgrims of my fingers,"
- ScarlettLetters :iconscarlettletters:
I like it, though.
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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Si fumamos el tapete es porque se acabó el tabaco.
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"God, we're off the rails,
now they drag me off in pieces." - elle-sophicles
[link]
"I will make pilgrims of my fingers,"
- ScarlettLetters :iconscarlettletters:
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"God, we're off the rails,
now they drag me off in pieces." - elle-sophicles
[link]
"I will make pilgrims of my fingers,"
- ScarlettLetters :iconscarlettletters:
i love them
but what 'His' in here "His are searching" ?
but i really love
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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