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I need you to be the last thing I taste, your salt drying on my lips, the final drops of your sliding deeper into me.
I need your heartbeat to be the last vibrational sound my ears enjoy as my ear presses into your warm flesh.
I crave the feeling you give... My heart beating faster and harder with every thought of you that slides through me, my blood pumping, muscles filling and straining, my erection aching harder for your energy, seeking your release.
I want to be your safe harbor.
This is a very open love letter to the one embedded deep in my heart.
Love
You are my obsession, I see your words /your face... My heart pounds and I feel calm, I feel perfect and right..... You are my addiction, I crave and need, in in those moments after our interactions I need, crave, my desire grows, so much I shake, you are powerful.
Don't ever feel you aren't strong, because i beg to differ.
You are my moon, my moonlight.
Why?
I look at the moon I feel calm, it's reflective light bathing us comforting.
I look up at the moon the same time as you and no matter our paths, no matter the distance, we are looking and loving the same thing.
Only you are my moon..my comfort, my inspiration. You are my light when all I see is dark, when I'm bright, you reflect my light, spread it farther than I ever could alone.
You speak to my heart, understand me in ways many could not, even when I don't understand myself you somehow find what it is I can't voice.
You take every part of my intensity, even though I know it's one of my biggest issues, you accept all my faults, the moments when I know it's my past trust /abandonment issues taking, and even when hard, with tears in your eyes, you not only handle me, but love me more.
I didn't have to learn to love you, and that is why it's so easy to love you.
The faults you carry, you know I don't see them as such, never have.
Thank you for your light.
Your love.
Your glow upon my life.
Writing stuff. why yes I did learn too many of these words from Chonny Jash, how'd you know?
I scream and scream and scream till blood pours out my mouth. I don’t care, I continue to scream. I scream till my head pounds and my eyes blur. The pain is immeasurable but it's nothing but drop in the bucket compared to why I’m screaming. So I scream till the world melts away, till all that is patternly and logical falls into dissolution and cacophony. I scream till I snap back into reality, where not a word nor noise leaves my raw throat. I want to scream till the pure and predictable melts into entropy. I want to scream till the world around me has no choice but become geocentric. I want to be catered to, but being dependent is far too terrifying. I know if I want help I need but ask but that thought is one unthinkable to me. Like an idea from a foreign system. I give advice I dare not follow, I preach what I would never practice. My logos guides me to the easy and correct path. Yet my pathos dare not go out of fear of when we leave that path we shall no longer know how to clear a way for ourselves. I know I’ll break down eventually, hopefully my logos will get control over me before then but till then my mind will continue to scream into a mouth unable to project.
“My soul will find yours.”
— Jude Deveraux (via bnmxfld)