Wisk me away with all of your kisses,
from head to the soles of my soul,
love me like no other. Touch my heart
with your lips, you have permission to
set me on fire. My need to be free in
your arms as you grasp, hold, caress,
and understand me. Excite me
with your soft whispers in my ear. Your
love heals and fills with an igniting flame,
a passion embodied with fiery embers
that remains wild and untamed. Embrace
me with your allowance to be free, to float
unto an ocean of bliss. My need, my yearn,
to burn into an enigma of wonder. The yin/yang
of fire and ice, consoles and loves me.
About the Creator
The problem with being a nice person
Who would have thought that being a nice person could be problematic. The majority of people would tell you that’s what they want to be or at least want those around them to be, but as it turns out, what we want and what we say we want are worlds apart. I won't stress or ramble on about how I would like things to be, but I’ll just analyze why this is, I am not sure either if a solution is even possible.
By real Jemaabout 4 hours ago in Confessions
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