I need you to crave me as much as I crave you. I need you to feel the rush that I do.
I use to love you for just your brain, now I love you for your body as well and I will be dammed to hell if God knew how much you make my body sweat.
There is no such thing as regret when all I want to do is take you somewhere quiet and make silent bets.
I want your lips on mine. I want forgotten time, I want to call you mine and I want to say that you have marked my body with love bites and purple marks that make me yours and only yours.
Pure lust runs through my veins when I see you now and there won't be any turning back if you come to the conclusion that you feel the same.
But right now I am driving myself insane with how much I want you.
I dream about your body on mine and I want a time where you will not be kind.
My own hands wonder and for once I do not take them back because if I did, my body would react as if I had made a terrible mistake, so I just act.
The way that I want to act cannot be acted upon because of the very fact that you do not feel the same and I feel my brain starting to go insane with every passing second that I do not get to touch you.
The lust runs through my veins and my body starts to feel a certain pain that my own hands cannot provide so let's take this inside and really talk about your blindside.
I need you in more ways than one and for once, I don't want fun.
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Words.
شِعرThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.