2:00 a.m. Still thinking about you. Your figure in the morning light.
Your bright face in my shitty Monday morning.
It just makes my day. When I get to see you smile.
That cute laugh. It just makes my heart beat faster.
Your long blonde-brown locks of hair slightly flying in the sunny breeze.
Those stunning eyes. Oh those brown eyes. I could be lost in them for hours. Deeply looking in them is like looking into your soul.
Tell me how you feel. I see you in my dreams. You, I, in our bed.
Watching Netflix. We're obviously watching Orange Is The New Black, and shipping Vauseman.
Your head is laying on my lap. I gently caress your hair. You hum in happiness.
You turn around and ask me, "Will you always love me?" and I replied to you "Always. Forever and ever darling."
You get up and bring your soft pink lips in touch with mine. Our soft lips become one, as our kiss deepens.
You make those little weird noises, also known as moans. I enjoy hearing them. Especially from you baby.
I love you.
I wish my voice could be heard. I love you. Fuck baby. I just can't get enough of you.
I just want to kiss every inch of your body. Do you love me too? No. You're just a fantasy.
This can't be true. This can't be real life. I'm dreaming. You aren't her.
She wouldn't ever do this. She's not.. That. But, Fuck man.. It hurts so bad baby..
Seeing you every day at school. Talking with your friends. Watching you smile. This is my favorite piece of you. Your smile.
I think of it every night. Every single night. I think, if the world was different, would we be together? I want you. Only you.
I want you to make love to me, I want to feel your soft lips on my neck. I want you to hear my sweet voice moaning, while you're grinning on my neck.
I want people to see us in public and admire us. My God.. What am I even writing. This will never be true. Or will it?
