I was so scared that my lust for you turned into love but than I noticed;
When I see you I think of kissing you, not cuddling you.
When you touch me I think of the way your hands would feel exploring every part of my body, not holding hands with you.
When you look at me I think of the way your pupils would dilate out of pure arousel, not how your eyes would look when you smile.
When you talk I think about how those lips would feel on my neck, I don't really listen to you.
When I daydream I think about the way you would mark me as yours, creating love bites all over my body, making me blush when someone asks me who that was, I don't think about our future together.
So, after all this time, it's not love, it's lust. And I'm so happy about that.
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I was so scared that my love for you turned into lust but than I noticed;
When I see you I think about all the possibilities to make you smile, not all the possibilities to make you moan.
When you touch me I think about the tingling in my belly and the smile that doesn't seem to fade, not about the way you could touch me in other places less delicate.
When you look at me I fall into your eyes everytime, seeing the wrinkles next to them as you smile at me, not how you look at me when we're alone.
When you talk I listen to every word you say, noticing the small voice cracks you get when you're excited, not how you would speak to me in the bedroom.
When I daydream I think about us cuddling whilst watching a movie, not us kissing.
So, after all this time, it's not lust, it's love. And I'm so happy about that.
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If life is easy, then what is this?| "poetry"
Poetry"and if you're still up at 4 a.m., you're either lonely or in love and I don't know which one is worse." Sometimes I upload poetry, sometimes just utter bullshit. Sorry for any grammar mistakes I'm a fucking idiot
