I have NEVER been at a loss for words.
NEVER.
You make me lose my words.
I want to write so much about you. I want to write about how you make me feel. I want to write about how you make me twist and turn until I bleed and leak. I looked into your eyes and saw
a world that does not exist. I looked into your eyes and saw a world I wish I was in.
I want to write about your skin. I want to tell everyone in the world about how your skin and the memory of it makes me want to fall to the floor every time I think of it. Lately all I want is to be in your hole. Sleep without a dream as cold as it seems. Your milky white, soft, dreamy, amazing skin is beyond what I have ever imagined a man's skin could ever be. Soothing, disturbing...I'm intoxicated with fear.
Your silky black hair has left me standing with my fingers spread looking for something to touch. You have left me disease ridden and I am scavenging for a cure on a daily basis. I need a release. I need to be free from this feeling before I break something or someone or myself. You have captivated me in a way that I cannot categorized or easily reference. You have me locked down in a way that I call "prisoner". I want to be free. I am begging for freedom.
When I am with you I feel flames. When I think about you I feel like I might melt into a thousand pieces at once. When I am with you, I think I might never stop smiling. I am intoxicated by your every move, your every word, your every breath, your every laugh, your every stupid, meaningless action.
The spell you have me under must be broken. I must be released now. You make me feel like the Amazon's running between my thighs. You make me feel love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
You make me feel like a candy apple, red and horny. You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde in a centerfold, the girl next door...and I would open the door and...I'd be all wet with my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt...that I'm wearing and you would open the door and tie...you'd up to the bed.
You have the most amazing smile I have ever seen in my LIFE.
I DO NOT WANT TO LOVE YOU. I DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY WAKING MOMENT OF MY DAY AND EVERY DREAMING MOMENT OF THE NIGHT.
I WISH I NEVER MET YOU.
I AM MADLY, MADLY, MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHY.
MORE OVER, I HAVE NO IDEA WHY you have no reciprocation for me.
I would do pretty much ANYTHING to be rid of this feeling right now. I am so tired of feeling uneven. I am so tired of feeling this pain. I am so tired of feeling this hurt.
I drink good coffee every morning...it comes from a place that's far away and when I'm done I feel like talking. Without you here there is less to say. I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy. What is closer to the truth is, that if I lived till I was 102, I just don't think I'll ever get over you.
Your face it dances and it haunts me. Your laughter, it rings in my ears. I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner, because I'm here to say that I do. Even though I may soon feel the touch of love, I just don't think I'll ever get over you.
NEVER.
You make me lose my words.
I want to write so much about you. I want to write about how you make me feel. I want to write about how you make me twist and turn until I bleed and leak. I looked into your eyes and saw
a world that does not exist. I looked into your eyes and saw a world I wish I was in.
I want to write about your skin. I want to tell everyone in the world about how your skin and the memory of it makes me want to fall to the floor every time I think of it. Lately all I want is to be in your hole. Sleep without a dream as cold as it seems. Your milky white, soft, dreamy, amazing skin is beyond what I have ever imagined a man's skin could ever be. Soothing, disturbing...I'm intoxicated with fear.
Your silky black hair has left me standing with my fingers spread looking for something to touch. You have left me disease ridden and I am scavenging for a cure on a daily basis. I need a release. I need to be free from this feeling before I break something or someone or myself. You have captivated me in a way that I cannot categorized or easily reference. You have me locked down in a way that I call "prisoner". I want to be free. I am begging for freedom.
When I am with you I feel flames. When I think about you I feel like I might melt into a thousand pieces at once. When I am with you, I think I might never stop smiling. I am intoxicated by your every move, your every word, your every breath, your every laugh, your every stupid, meaningless action.
The spell you have me under must be broken. I must be released now. You make me feel like the Amazon's running between my thighs. You make me feel love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
You make me feel like a candy apple, red and horny. You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde in a centerfold, the girl next door...and I would open the door and...I'd be all wet with my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt...that I'm wearing and you would open the door and tie...you'd up to the bed.
You have the most amazing smile I have ever seen in my LIFE.
I DO NOT WANT TO LOVE YOU. I DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY WAKING MOMENT OF MY DAY AND EVERY DREAMING MOMENT OF THE NIGHT.
I WISH I NEVER MET YOU.
I AM MADLY, MADLY, MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHY.
MORE OVER, I HAVE NO IDEA WHY you have no reciprocation for me.
I would do pretty much ANYTHING to be rid of this feeling right now. I am so tired of feeling uneven. I am so tired of feeling this pain. I am so tired of feeling this hurt.
I drink good coffee every morning...it comes from a place that's far away and when I'm done I feel like talking. Without you here there is less to say. I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy. What is closer to the truth is, that if I lived till I was 102, I just don't think I'll ever get over you.
Your face it dances and it haunts me. Your laughter, it rings in my ears. I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner, because I'm here to say that I do. Even though I may soon feel the touch of love, I just don't think I'll ever get over you.
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