Real
Thinking of you, makes me smile...
Not just a slight grin but toothy grin which I fight to hide behind my lips. Swollen from biting on them...
wishing, imagining that it was you nibbling, passionately on my lips...
Thinking of your arms fills me with joy...
Not just a little happy but full blown ecstasy that I try and fail to contain within me...
It’s because I’m thinking of your arms holding me tightly against your chest like you’d never let me go...
Thinking of your lips fills me with need...
Not just a little desire but full blown wantonness that I try and fail to endure...
It’s because your lips remind me of your passionate kisses and where they lead...
Thinking of you is all that I CAN do because I’ve never met you...
Don’t even know who you are...
But I can see you…in the depths of my imaginative soul, I can see you...
In my dreams, I see you seeing me...
and that let’s me know...
I’m real.
Deep...very deep!!! Bravo
ReplyDeleteMackgurl strikes again!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for another great read.