A thousand kisses. One for each lie. Bittersweet kisses in the middle of this nightmare.
I long for your touch, for your restless presence in my bedroom. Where have you been all this time? Hiding from what?
The song hurts like a million knives. I don't even want to touch your
little note. Your fingerprints are still there. That's the closest we
have been you and me.
I close my eyes and I feel you. The warmth of my hand going down on you.
God, how could you be so beautiful?
My hand getting sweaty under your pants. (I know what you like and you can't take that away from me).
I know the exact point when you explode..the intensity of the pleasure, the cadence of the moans, my fingers where you want them to be.
I wish I could hate you but all I can do is love you as I have never
loved before.
I have a thousand kisses I have given you and a million waiting that I don't know what to do with.
Where do all the kisses go after love? Tell me, where do they go?
February 19
1.25 am
Happy birthday. It smells like fresh rain today.
