SMPendragon

I dreamt of you last night. I dream of you often, and wake up in bliss only to find myself all too Alone I count the hours until our next meeting and find myself yearning For you For those hours to pass more quickly So I can hold you and touch you and Kiss you again

I lie here underneath you, intertwined with you. I lie here, baring my heart, my soul, my body. All my cards lie  bare on the table - every part of me. But you're still  holding  hiding your hand.

It's difficult being vulnerable; I know, I've done it. You say "I trust you" "I want you" "I feel so much for you" But You refuse to let yourself f  a   l    l No matter how many, many times I promise to catch you

I want you but I want all of you I want you to want me, all of me. I want you to trust me like I trust you I want you to love me like I love you I want you.

He was so amazing last night. I've never had anyone hold me while I cried before. I've never let myself be so vulnerable with someone before. I've never said I love you to anyone before. I've never felt so strongly for anyone before or been so seriously and utterly and completely ready to let them in. I'm ready to let him break down my walls and I'm ready to give him my heart, but I ask in return that he do the same. I need to be sure that he's as serious about me as I am about him before I can let him that far, but I seriously think he might be, and that makes me happier than I've ever been. It's new to me, and it's magical, exciting, terri

It's those moments when we Kiss; Those moments when we just Breathe Against each other; Those moments when we're so Close That I can't tell which Heart-beat Is mine and which is yours. It's that night we lay on The lawn Nose to nose; chest to chest. It's those nights when we Hold Each other as if it's All we know and all we need. It's those moments that I Repeat Over and over in my Mind. I'm beginning to think that Maybe It's Love.

Was I only a body to you? Flashes of memories of moments return to me as I realise what we were It showed in the small things: The moments when my eyes, my mind, my face, should have been the focus. Instead it was always my legs, my ass, my breasts, that you noticed. You were my first romance. The first I had liked in that way for ages. You were my first kiss And I can't deny that I regret that. The truth is that I can't forget, I can't forgive, that instead of a hand on my face, or fingers in my hair, you touched my ass while you kissed me. Maybe that's silly and naive, but now, thinking, remembering, regretting, I can't help but

I feel so numb And I don't know If I like it or not I feel so numb Why can't I just Cry and scream until I Feel something again? I feel so numb And I wish I I wish I knew why I feel so numb