To feel your skin.... soft, delicate, the more I touch the more I desire.
I watch your skin redden caused both from my increasing pressure, but also your heart pumping faster and harder.
To wrap my hand around your neck, feel your breathing pause, your pulse thundering against my finger.
To look into your eyes, to see your gift of submittance, trust.... knowing I will take and bruise out of love and will always protect you.
Don’t you love he feeling of daddy’s hands on your neck?
The shower... One of our favorite places.... Together until the water runs cold.
To fall asleep.... Caressing you.... Until my arm goes limp, as I drift off to dream
Craving my moon right now........
Love....
Love isn't just holding hands, soft caresses or love letters.
Sometimes you have to cut, bruise the ones you love to see their self worth.
Love is painful.
Love can hurt, if it doesn't maybe you don't really love.
A constant ache, a thought that slides through all other thoughts.
Love can be irrational, love can be dark, love can taste like tears.
I love you my moon.
Solar eclipse by Gallery 360
No matter the location, we both can look up at the sky.... See the same moon
It's my addiction...
The Moon And The Castle - Photography by Mauro Maione Full moon viewed from the Town Hall building in Siena, Italy.
My main, my love letter, have other blogs primarily written word. (Taken by my Libra moon, my soul mate, my inspiration, my best friend and my unconditional love ) 43-♍-INFP-T
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