yes, and lovegoth, sorry things didn’t work themselves out last night, i was looking forward to catching up but the night had other plans. we’ll do it again though, we have nothing but time now that we’re all old and stuff. oh, and sorry my phone was being the suck…you were barely louder than a whisper and you kept cutting out so i couldn’t even hold a conversation with you!

please trust me and understand that i may be selfish for wanting you, but i’d never want it to happen this way. i’m sorry for the pain you may go through, i’m sorry for the pain you may cause. these things happen, and as i’ve said, things always happen for a reason. don’t feel that you’re the bad person, if a heart changes, we can’t make it feel something it doesn’t want to recognize anymore…trust me i only know that all too well…once a heart makes a choice, it won’t change back… you can only do what you feel is right. and remember, you have friends and family that love you and care about you, you’re never going to be alone the way you think you will. you will always have a companion ready to spend time with you and do all those things you enjoy.

you looked so beautiful getting rady tonight…its almost funny, you try so hard to do things to look pretty and yet you’re so amazing without doing any of those things. Your beautiful eyes as you put on your eyeliner…those amazing eyes…and that killer body…your skin is so soft and smooth…the arch of your back, the curves of your hips…mmm delicious…I want to eat you up. Just the simple things seem so attractive…all the normal little actions…how you flip your hair, the way you pull up your pants…how you slide your crossword puzzle back to your spot when i move it…there can be beauty in so many trivial things. I want to watch you as you just do normal things…smiling, laughing…I like to watch from afar when you don’t know that i’m watching…and i love to hear you simply say “i miss you.” It really means a lot to hear meaningful sentiments from your lips…along with the immensely passionate kisses your lips give as well. i want to wake up next to you…i want to see you when i close my eyes…i want to see you when i open my eyes…i want to be able to hug you and hold you when i want, i dont want to worry about anyone but you and me…..

cold, moonlit and dark, i lie in my room skin soft, pulse high, lingering scents of perfume tender fingers on your back, gentle hand on your face you’re wrapped in my arms, both our hearts race rain hits the window, your face shines with lightning i gently kiss your neck, the passion, heightening i caress your soft stomach i trace down your hips i kiss your shoulders and cheeks, then deeply kiss your lips our tongues dance slowly our souls breathe together things feel so perfect, i want to feel it forever i stop for a moment, to look in your eyes so deep and beautiful, so full of surprise the kiss becomes deeper, my hands move further your eyes roll back, ecstacy, fervor my hands cross lower, still nibbling your skin i touch you lightly, warm and soft within you gasp and you moan, claw my back and yell more you tell me you want me, it’s you i adore the moon shines on your bare flesh we kiss and hold tightly we lie down together, i lower you lightly rhythmic passion is waiting, pleasure with no bounds in words it seems magnificent, but in life, much better than it sounds… sweating, moaning, your body will quiver you close your eyes as we kiss i touch you, i hold and embrace you every day truly could be like this…

what stops you, what holds you back, what makes you hesitate so often….something about me will never be what you want, no matter how much you want to love me…… i cant keep my eyes open today

Romeo.: [To Juliet.] If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,— 105 My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Juliet.: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, 110 And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss. Romeo.: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Juliet.: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Romeo.: O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. 115 Juliet.: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake. Romeo.: Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d. [Kissing her.] Juliet.: Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Romeo.: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d! 120 Give me my sin again. Juliet.: You kiss by the book.

you are sweet, you’re awesome…i love talking with you and hearing your voice before i go to sleep. i may never admit it aloud, but you calm me before i try to go to bed. it really does make a difference for me.