Tag: Hope
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Dreams & wishes đâ
As children we somehow seem to have our future selves worked out, we dream big and don’t even entertain the negativity of the world. And then life begins throwing stones at our feet, and the stones turn to rock’s, then boulder’s that are so huge, and we slowly stop even trying. Then we turn around…
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I want YOU đĨ
I have decided I want YOU. I want you because: Your voice alone makes Me want to cum, it slides across My skin caressing the nerves endings, making Me shiver and come to life. I want you because: Your eyes see right inside My mind and light up My body like a match running against…
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The Curve’s of a Woman.
Do you know a woman? You might think you do, but untill you have traced the curve of her body with your fingers and lips, you don’t know her. Until she has allowed you into her mind to explore her innermost self, her secrets and thoughts, her dreams, you don’t know her. If she has…
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Rewind, Begin Again.
Take a bullet proof, metal box, take each memory, visual picture, dream, hope and expectations you had inside. Open each one touch it and remember that feeling, place them one by one inside the box, remember to cry, laugh, ache and relive them all. Close the lid, lock it and place the key deep inside…
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Heavy Day
You know those heavy days when you wish someone would just take over everything, just for a day? That’s today đđ
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Fairy Tails.
Fantasy, such a lovely word, but so far from the real world. It makes you feel like there’s something real out there that is worth discovering. So far I have found that there’s only fantasy. And that goes for me as well, every time I begin to feel like I am worth loving I find…
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Only that Moon.
Theres a movie I love, in it the one woman say’s – ” when the air is warm and the cricket’s sing I dream of a love that the moon and stars lay down for, I want someone to love me, but there is no Man, only that Moon”
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Maybe.
I gave you my heart and you gave me words. You asked me to open my mind, you trailed your fingers through my mind and learnt me. Only then did you hold my heart gently smile and hand it back. “When I see you and touch you, you can give it to me again”
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I want to paint you.
This post and picture made me want to paint you. I would use you as My canvas, make you lay there for hours and study every muscle under My paintbrush. I would glory in every shiver, every sigh and every moan I was able to pull from you, but you would not be allowed to…
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Serving Her.
Her, he was created to serve Her, Her soft skin, the way Se allowed him to touch Her feet, he felt the pleasure in making Her happy. Her hands grabbing his hair and pulling it back so She could bite his neck and leave marks to show the world he was Her’s made him hard,…