Time. With it, you have many possibilities. The same as you and I. For one night with you there are a million possibilities of the ways I could please you. A million and one I'd be willing to attempt. Dancing for you in a way that would make someone normal cringe. I want to be all that you desire. Riding you into the winter dawn. But starting in the pale moonlight first. Running my nails lightly across your head, grabbing a little tug. Straddling you. Facing you. Grinding harder with each growl.
Don't get attached.
Let shit go.
Don't get hurt.
Let shit go.
He took her on a journey back to the place where pleasure meets otherworldliness. She felt like she was travelling at the speed of light in a place where time stood still. Melting away with each passing micro-second. She's a long way from home right now. Way far out. Standing on the moon. Shouting but she's unsure if her cries of passion are heard. Just as she begins to come back down to the clouds, his words appear and take her back to the moon. Detached from everything.
I believe we can truly be happy.
I believe in the fairy tale.
I believe in life after death.
I believe we are not alone here.
I believe in the paranormal.
I believe all things happen for a reason.
I believe time does not heal all things.
I believe in angels and demons.
I believe to be found, you must first be lost.
I believe in your words.
I believe in you.
My ink is red.
What do you associate with the color red?
Love, anger, death, roses, blood, sadness and hearts.
Sometimes my words are red.
Sometimes I am red.
My lips crave you
To taste you.
To enjoy every inch of you
To taste you
Come closer to me.
Lie down for me.
Close your eyes for me.
Relax your mind.
And let me take you to neverland.
To taste you
To please you
To release you
Just getting home from work, I take my shoes off. I ready myself for a shower, I step in. Twenty minutes later. I step out smelling of eucalyptus. Drying off, I hear a knock on thr door. I'm in a towel, I answer. It's you, what a pleasant surprise. No time to say anything, you walk in, close the door. Taking my face in your hands and planting a kiss that leaves my knees weak. Pressing your body against mine, I feel your hunger as you move your hands to my plump bottom. Under my towel, I feel your hands squeeze. Kiss me harder I whisper. You do just that. Take me to the bed and throw me down after ripping my towel off. Exposed, you crawl on top of me and kiss me. I feel your thirst and I want ...
Your words engulf me likes waves crashing on the beach. Low tide, high tide. The waves crash again, and again. You water my body with your words, making sure I'm always wet. Your words slide in me as if you were right in front of me. Setting my soul on fire, letting me feel the heat from your words. How can I not want more? Please don't stop.
Melts me like ice on a hot summer day.
The chills. I could sit and listen to you talk for hours, if you'd let me.
You expand my mind, show me new ways of thinking. You stimulate my mind, drive me wild. You make me tremble, leave my legs shaking. Racing heart, wandering fingers.
I know you heard the yearning in my voice. Wanting more, like you always leave me. I come back. And as long as you allow, I'll keep coming back.
Good night, sweet dreams and Angel wings, my sir.
The weekend is here and she's excited. She knows that she's going to see her sir. He has her all to himself, all weekend. She knocks on his door. He opens, "Hello, my sir.." He says hello in return and yanks her inside. He immediately takes her into his arms, moves his hands to her round bottom, and squeezes, lightly caressing her sweet spot. She groans in his ear and he grabs tighter. He likes when she groans in his ear, he likes hearing her being pleased. He kisses her neck and moves one hand to her hair. He grabs a handful. She groans even louder, he bites her neck. Her groans driving him wild, she can feel his firmness in her hand....
Long tight hugs.
Sweet simple kisses.
Wrap me up.
Don't let me go.
Kiss my forehead.
Wish me sweet dreams.
Come to neverland with me.
I'm more than a handful, that's why he's got two hands. One for my naughty, and one for my nice.
My soft fingers and long nails gently carve a piece of reality into your flesh. I'll make it real, I'll heal it. I'll bring you back to reality and make it fresh. Make it fresh so you don't wilt and wither. 30 down maybe 31 will be a fresh reality with you.
Loneliness is a bitch.
When the one thing you want you can't have. You're sure that the person you want could cure your loneliness. His words do so you would think his presence would do the same.
The whispers are loud. Let me be the one to quiet them, make them go "shh"
Let me be the one who makes the crowd disperse. Make the whispers go "shh"
Let's get caught in the moment.
My eyes weigh heavy, wondering if you'll meet me in my dreams tonight. Let's get caught in the moment.
Do all the things you said that got me going. Meet me in my dreams and dance with me to only a song we can hear. Meet me in my dreams and touch me so I feel it when I wake.
I've got a dark side.
Are you willing to explore me?
Might be more than you expect.
Can you handle it?
Caress me. Bite me. Spank me. Pull my hair. Show me who's boss. Take me for all j am. Punish me. Tease me. Be gentle. Be rough. Then love me.
Dear Sir, are you willing to explore me?
You inspire me. You tell me to write more. Even if I'm not in the mood to write, here comes out something from nowhere. Do you have me under a spell? Love potion No.9. Did you sneak me a sip from that vile? How? I have no idea. Miles seperate is but I swear you're here. Mind and soul. I feel you. I hear you. I don't know how you do it but you do very carefully. You fascinate me.
Sitting in this lonely apartment. Only light coming from my wax burner. Music 🎶 playing softly. Reminds me of you. How your face would look in the dim light. Glance over at you only to catch you staring at me. You like my face you say. Feeling your hand on my leg is a feeling I've not yet experienced but long for. I want your scent to linger on my clothes and pillows. I want to round a corner and find you there only to meet your kiss. Hand in my hair other on my chin. Lips pressed tightly.
Watching your hands and arms move that fast. With such savagery. I felt the intensity but I also felt the softness. The ability to protect and caress your loved ones. The ones you care about. Feel the softest and harshest touch. Ferocity and sensitivity is what I seen. I like.
As the night grows older it also grows colder. Without you. Your words, your face, you warm me. So many miles away yet I can feel your warmth. To the bones. No longer colder, but still a little older. You just left, seems like ages ago. Your warmth lingers but slowly fades as the night grows a little older, and a little colder.
How many scars did we justify because we loved the person holding the knife?
Do this. Do that. Don't do that. No you can't act that way, act this way. Wear this, not that. Eat that, not this.
I'm not sorry for not blending in with society. I wasn't meant to blend. I was meant to stand out. I'm proud of being odd. It means that I am being me. Holly. Not who society thinks I should be. Fuck that. I'm me and that isn't changing.