A man’s inner thoughts by a woman who has been hurt
Added 2024-04-08 03:21:00 +0000 UTCPerhaps it is time. Where the minutes turn into hours your longing is easy to pick up on. It falls off though. I sent enough signs for you, in hopes that you would show up on my doorstep, drenched in lust. There were formidable actions I truly wanted to pursue with you, as your aura is enticing. Something about you made me long for more time even though I want to deface it. To linger over. It makes me want to act out all my desires. Especially yours. You are easy to read. I think if you could, when it was not occupied with guests our bodies would have collided. To long after something that never existed feels so breathtaking.
The things I want to do to you excite me. There’s a thrill I'm given when I see your essence. I never lost moments, your accidental slips entice me. Your bare leisure pops out into existence. Soft and subtly. From our first meeting, I know there will be biting. Truthfully, I do not think I can comprehend your passion, and hope you can fulfill it with somebody else. It is painfully obvious that the kind of desires you have should be entrusted to someone of kind power. That kind of ability to put you in a thousand different positions and perpetrate blasphemy. Otherworldly if I’m going to be honest. It’s tempting, shall I dare step forward to break the silence? I just want you.
