PoeticTongue23228
Virgin
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- Mar 3, 2013
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Pressure builds, as I lay on naked beds. Pulsating heads, as I wrap my thoughts around you, slowing stroking the idea of us being intimate. Imagining your warmth, your taste, your wetness. We were once together, in dreams before dreams, as nights I forced myself to stay sleep, forcefully closing open eyes. I never wanted to wake up, never wanted to lose the thought of us being intertwined, interlocked, as you locked your muscles around me. Choking me with every stroke. We would flip positions, flipping situations, taking turns, as we dominate one another. Explosion after explosion, as we light each other’s fuses. Choosing to submit to one another, I was always yours, before nights I gave myself to you. Wanting you, promising to do everything right, just to keep you. We once confessed, with out of breath words, that we would one day make us final. We would one day, write a book, no longer you and I, but we and us. Trusting everything we have never felt, to take a chance on something, we have never explored. We never allowed our sexuality to define our love, as we defined our love in us.