I always find myself thinking some day maybe I'll be the edge of her seat or the drive that compelles her warmth to draw a hot blanket of intense heat to the surface as she slightly begins to perspire at just the thought of me.. But as it may seem now it's all I can do to control myself while the thought of her scent fills my nose and lungs driving me so irate that I can tast her sweat desolving on the tip of my already watering toung..... . So it would seem to appear My thoughts seem to let my imagination take me hostage and completely carry me away. The honest truth is I want her so fucking BAD it consumes me Oh so much so...that I wish I could have my way with her body and mind doing as I may at will to see fit inside my dirty mind.. I would make it seem as though a chapter of a best seller romance novel was given life. All the deep fantasy's I'd give birth to down to every last detail to so that every single moment is essentially important to every critical move and sugestion as it must be acknowledged just for her pure desire and brought unto her dripping over her body for nothing more than dirty, deep, Nasty and oh so light to the touch pleasure over and over again and again ...if given the chance at my finger tips... Hear this that falls in whispers from my lips....the hard soothing love ever changing precious time lost from the past hunting me like a wild beast from some whr in the back of my mind.. a simple chance of faith if given.. start from the beginning to see and do it all again I'd go about it in a completely different manner. I'd take my time and put in to you unbelievable, undescribable, irresistible, overwhelming feelings that send u to emotional hights u never even knew existed. I would reach deep down into my self. I'm poor if love is wealth. all my heart shattered like glass grinded into fine dust. But no I would find a way and build a path into my emotions just to feel you with The Love and hope you deserve to be happy and full of life.. I'd leave you nothing but my desire to be part of everything you are and everything we could be. I'd always lust after you as I do now and always have. I'd hope that you would desire my touch and feel me as you swallow me. I'll give you my WORD and promise to taste you until you came all you could come I believe nothing until nothing it's self is left to chance and I would embellish, consume, and become part of all that you are to the point to where you can feel me inside of you again and again all of me to the last breath I breath.. until nothing but us existed in time. I would never put anything before you and everything after you.. I'd live and breathe just to be near you to be part of everything you are.... I would never hesitate to touch you,feel you, kiss you, hold you, embrace your love, and come into you. ..........But this is nothing more than my silly imagination holding a gun to my head.. I am nothing more than a hostage inside of here. I'm so lonely and sad all the time it rains every day if you want. But I do owe so much I do I miss you so that I seem to be dying. And Its killing me......not to be with the one thing thatb completes everything about me and defines the person I am......or the man who I used to be with you.
© Thomas Lynn