His Love
He intrigues me with his mind, he touches my soul with his words. To be with him just once is more than I can ask for. Longing for his lips pressed against mine, wanting his hands to caress my body, I yearn for us to be together, I yearn for him to want me too. I want to make love to his mind, and be apart of his heart. I want him to have me as I am, make me his queen.To take care of his heart, to show him true love, to make true love, to make him my true love. I feed off of his energy and hustle, with chills running down my body hanging on his every word. He touches me. He touches my heart like no other, he replaces my despair with hope, he makes me believe. My soul cries out to him for more love and understanding, but my heart falls back to prevent pain. The pain of disappointment that lingers around, the pain of lies that were once told, and the pain of fear. If I let go will he accept me? will he have me? can he love me? Can I tantalize his senses with my mind? Will he let me make love to him with words? Will he let me love him and be his queen? Make me apart of his world, and he will become my universe.
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