The_Guardian
06-24-2006, 10:53 PM
His touch sends chills up my spine; I shiver and stare at the screen which provides light source.
I want to make him want me; I want him to know I need him.
A small click and I tell him what I crave.
I place my fingers between my legs and moan as I feel him stroke me the way he does.
We stare at each other for hours, so long it hurts, but I know that if I stop he’ll disappear.
And I don’t want that to happen.
His hand running over my chest, I feel myself standing on the edge of destructive pleasure.
He tells me of his love and wishes of sacrifice, our love grows a little each day, undying love expressed in simplistic tortures.
Nobody sees what I see in him, and no one could picture what he finds in me, and that’s the way I like it.
Caresses from miles away send me into pure bliss, I can’t feel anything but his loving touch, so close it comes from inside.
It engulfs me like a river, overflowing, it’s current so strong the only thing to do is let it take you.
For we are young lovers, for whom nothing will die.
He is my Romeo, I am his Juliet.
I am his Ophelia, He, my Hamlet.
He masquerades as my Mark Anthony, as I pose as his Cleopatra.
For he is my Christian, and I am his Satine.
Tom, I love you, with all my heart, soul and mind.
Till death do we part, this is the tale of two young lovers.
I want to make him want me; I want him to know I need him.
A small click and I tell him what I crave.
I place my fingers between my legs and moan as I feel him stroke me the way he does.
We stare at each other for hours, so long it hurts, but I know that if I stop he’ll disappear.
And I don’t want that to happen.
His hand running over my chest, I feel myself standing on the edge of destructive pleasure.
He tells me of his love and wishes of sacrifice, our love grows a little each day, undying love expressed in simplistic tortures.
Nobody sees what I see in him, and no one could picture what he finds in me, and that’s the way I like it.
Caresses from miles away send me into pure bliss, I can’t feel anything but his loving touch, so close it comes from inside.
It engulfs me like a river, overflowing, it’s current so strong the only thing to do is let it take you.
For we are young lovers, for whom nothing will die.
He is my Romeo, I am his Juliet.
I am his Ophelia, He, my Hamlet.
He masquerades as my Mark Anthony, as I pose as his Cleopatra.
For he is my Christian, and I am his Satine.
Tom, I love you, with all my heart, soul and mind.
Till death do we part, this is the tale of two young lovers.