“Thank you for sharing this part of your story with me.
“This shouldn’t feel like this. This, of all things, should be beautiful.
It was an experience that she doted on because it defined her, her world-her reality. Unfortunately, the world constantly reminded her of the toxic truth that was the actual reality.
her breath and that of the girl filled each other, they took in each others essence, each others pain, joy and the weight of their dreams consumed them. She intoxicated her with a depth they had both craved in secret..they were one.
All that was there was passion, pleasure, and intensity.
I’m not thinking;I’m feeling”
What is that look…that face you wear in the moment foreign to your mind; subconsciously familiar strengh, passion, and something higher… Your eyes tell a tale They plead for mercy while begging for more The intensity you feel;that fuel to your fascination … fire and fear This is the beginning or it could end it…
I feel that this time you are gone for good and I cant live without you…I’m sorry if I did anything to push you away. tell me what would make you come back and I’ll do it…lines are blurred now I’ll cross them all for you.
From what he had told me about her I felt as though I knew who she was. He had given me a very graphic description of who she was. Exploring her soul with vivid words to the point I found myself desperate to meet her. To set my eyes upon this magical creature and get…