SweetCherry
Sex Dork
- Joined
- Dec 20, 2000
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Alone I sit in my own little world, my heart full of love for you, but my arms aching to hold you.
Never before have I felt so alive but so dead inside at the same time.
I long to hear your voice whisper in my ear, to feel your lips on my throat, your breath on my skin.
I curse aloud at my own desperation, knowing in my heart that my pain is unfounded.
My tears refuse to stop as I curl up and pray for time to pass and beg God to bring you to me sooner.
I want nothing more than to make sweet love to you, to feel you tremble and shudder in my arms, and to feel your name flow across my lips as I find heaven beneath you.
I feel your love in every word, see it in each gesture, revel in it joyfully.
Why is it then that I ache so badly, wishing for nothing more than this moment to be with you?
Hurry to me, lover, for I need you now more than you can ever know.
Never before have I felt so alive but so dead inside at the same time.
I long to hear your voice whisper in my ear, to feel your lips on my throat, your breath on my skin.
I curse aloud at my own desperation, knowing in my heart that my pain is unfounded.
My tears refuse to stop as I curl up and pray for time to pass and beg God to bring you to me sooner.
I want nothing more than to make sweet love to you, to feel you tremble and shudder in my arms, and to feel your name flow across my lips as I find heaven beneath you.
I feel your love in every word, see it in each gesture, revel in it joyfully.
Why is it then that I ache so badly, wishing for nothing more than this moment to be with you?
Hurry to me, lover, for I need you now more than you can ever know.