Fire I don't know how or why but it seems like I can't stop thinking about you and your hair and the way it felt to be in your lap and how kissing you was.I swear I would do anything to relive that, and I mean anything.
You used to read smut with me, hear that Saturn? This boy was a keeper, back to the point. On these nights when you'd go through an entire master list of smut with me and then use most(if not all) of the things you saw turned me inside out.I still can't get over this one smut we read together, "Say Please". That one by itself had me dying. But then you made me beg for something and it was all done for.
I'm sorry in so fucking horny, shit happens.
You haven't talked to me in two days. Even after I texted you and told you to talk to me.Yet you still manage to post on sc? Bet.
Fire you're a dick. A dick I wanna ride into the sunset but also wanna chop off with a machete.
I'm waiting for the day you think to stalk me on wattpad again and read all my shit. Because I know that no matter how much I want you to see these I would never in a million years show you these.
Honestly I just want you, wholeheartedly and unconditionally.
YOU ARE READING
Say You Love Me
RomansaHe is the fire that lit the match that sent her world aflame. But in this case, her word never stopped burning, even after he left.
