The way his touch ignites me. How his fingers travel up my leg and my spine rattles.
The way his lips make my skin heated. How his lips kiss my body makes the butterflies in my stomach scream.
The way his hands hold mine. The safety and comfort it gives me like no else did before.
I miss that. I open my eyes to find I'm still in my dark room and it was all a dream. I look at my body. My chest falls and rises heavily.
The way you have this effect on me. It kills me. But it's all because of you so I don't mind.
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These Little Things
RomanceThese little poem...they aren't really poems. I don't know what they are but read them and tell me how you feel about these lol. BY THE WAY: please please do not take credit for these because they are my words. My thoughts. I wrote them. Not you. I...
