We lay on my bed and we begin to talk
And it comes so naturally.
I keep staring at your lips,
I don't mean to,
But I do and I can't stop myself
Then,
You kiss me.
After that first connection of our lips,
We turn into a blurry image of
Moving lips,
Light moans,
Groping hands.
You look at my collarbone
it is sprinkled with little red marks of your eagerness.
You begin to look panicked
You tell me no one can know
Not yet.
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Cravings (discontinued)
أدب الهواةCRAV•ING ˈkrāviNG/ noun a powerful desire for something. ----- Clarity craves to find the love and purpose she lost along with her father Matthew craves to find something more in life that he can hold on to. Something that will make him feel alive a...
