His hands slowly caresses my skin, sinking me into a love haze, pulling me in with every whisper .You tell me I'm yours , rubbing his soft felt hands on my face, as the look in your eyes get clearer. You say to me "I love you",His hands makes me believe. He lays me down and holds me closer...every inch of his body touching mine, is this love? Lust? I ask myself. The dimmed lights in the broke down hotel room, the unhinged sink that's leaking. The old rustic wood that holds the beat down mattress, the smell of whiskey on your breathe, the look in your piercing eyes. Have we been here before- have we been to this place before?,
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ClaytonxCorban (hatefuck) part 1 vol.1
FantasyCorban and Clayton don't get along at all they start to form this hate/love relationship along the way Corban starts catching feelings and end up flirting with him calling him his little puppy and kitten☺️enjoy this poem I wrote about these two 💘...