I dream about it every night. I daydream about it every day. I think about when ever I look at Dean. I can conjer up the reality of a moment in my head at any given time. It can be so real that I can feel it inside. The longing for that touch. The earning for that breath in my ear. The NEED for that voice on the other end. I want that touch, that pull, that desire flowing under and through my skin. I want to remember what it feels like to catch my breath with someone's scent. I want to rub my face so deep into his skin that I am reborn in his existence. Skin. Lips. Smell. Breath. I want it all. I'm waxing. I'm waning.
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amazing. I love when I read these sorts of things and my heart starts to pound. Because I know exactly what it means. :)
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