Even if it’s just temporary, hold me.
Even if it’s just for tonight, love me.
Even if it’s just today, tell me if you think I’m lovely.
Even if it’s just for an hour, kiss me.
Even if it doesn’t last, try this with me.
Even if nothing is forever, will you be my nothing?
-Kbeautifulmind

If you were to ask me…

If you were to ask me,
“What do you want? What is one thing you miss?”
I’d say to you…
I just want to lay with you.
I want to be in between your legs with my head on your chest.
We can talk, read, listen to music or watch television, but I just want to lay with you skin on skin.
I want to feel the soft touch of your hands on my back as you caress my body and I listen to your heart beat.
I want to feel that sensation of our legs wrapped together as our feet meet at the end of the bed.
I just want to lay with you, naked and wrapped up in your arms.
I just want to lay with you, laying with you is all I need.

-Kbeautifulmind

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She had a serious love for books.
Novels in particular, but really anything that stirred up her mind and imagination. They thought her what she wanted to learn, warned her of what she needed to avoid, kept her mind positive and at peace, and also distracted her from the bad times in her life.
Books were true happiness and love in her eyes.
-Kbeautifulmind

“It’s sad you know?”

“What is?”

“That he hasn’t noticed?
He hasn’t noticed that our hearts skip to the same beat, our bodies desire each other like magnets, and our souls have been searching their whole lives for the vibe we share.”

-Kbeautifulmind

It wasn’t the rose

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It wasn’t the sand, the hugs, the rose, or the small talk that made me still smell the ocean from that night.
It was the way we rushed into each other with such deep craving.
The way he kissed me deeply, making me feel desired and missed.
It was the way he lifted my dress slowly making me shake with excitment with every touch of his finger tips.
It was the way he entered me for the first time, fueling my hunger I had for his touch.
It was the way both of our hearts rushed and our throats gasped for air.
It was that erotic, explosive way he made love to me, that still makes my stomach drop everytime I go back to that night.

-Kbeautifulmind