So...
I don't write smut.
This is all I can give ya
Sorry.
Words.
What do they mean without connotation?
What are they worth without action?
What is the truth behind them?
There are a few words that I never quite understood until this moment.
Never knew the extent off.
Never quite grasped until I feel the beautiful blonde move in sync with me.
Heat
Hunger
Lust
Love
These words were meaningless until now.
Until this moment.
They always talk about it as an extreme event.
Yet this is calm and collected.
There are no screams.
No braking of headboards.
And yet it feels more important than any story could ever capture.
Than any words could truly describe.
It feels perfect and yet foreign.
Not because it's never happened before,
But because it's never been this special.
This meaningful.
I've never felt so loved and cared for then in the moments that only we share.
The ones we create.
The ones so common,
Yet so individual.
I have never felt so warm.
I have never felt so hungry.
I have never felt so wanted.
I have never felt so loved.
A/N
I know, I know, this is a horrible note to end on but I didn't know what else to do.
Sorry.
Also, I DID IT! Yeah I'm not a failure! Whoooohoooo.
