Wednesday, September 4, 2013

LOVE: IF MY HEART WERE MADE OF WORDS

If my heart were made of words, it would be easy to tell you how I feel. I'd have all the right phrases, all the right inflection, so that there would never be a doubt ...Touch my face, my lips, my body-feel the physical expression of an inward love.Touch your heart again with my words, the looks you give me, and the touch of your pussy on my hand

What you do to me
you melt my heart with your eyes,
you warm my soul with your voice,
you break my insecurities with your touch,
you make my head spin with your kiss,
you make my dreams come true with your love...

I get the best feeling in the world
when you say hi or even smile at me because I know,
even if its just for a second,
that I've crossed your mind.


I lust for her every touch and every moment i spend with her, that every moment makes life so much fuller and bright. ... I realized you were that empty space in my heart, you filled it so completely but now it aches for you because although you will always be ... This word is scary.


Somewhere in your heart,
I hope you will always love me.
Even if our wanting to be together,
is something that can never be.
For I have a special place in my heart,
that will always belong to you.
It can never be filled with anyone else,
as my love for you will always shine through.
A wonderful true love together,
is what you and I have found.
And a love like that can never die,
as our hearts will always be bound.
Somewhere in our hearts,
we will always love each other.
Even if we end up walking different paths,
and our lives find us with another.


My heart stopped. It just stopped beating. And for the first time in my life, I had that feeling. You know, like the world is moving all around you, all beneath you, all inside you, and you’re floating. Floating in midair. And the only thing keeping you from drifting away is the other person’s eyes. They’re connected to yours by some invisible physical force, and they hold you fast while the rest of the world swirls and twirls and falls completely away

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