The way he talks;
I wanna get into his mind and he is so outgoing when he talks that it just blows me up with inspirational words that I cannot describe how I feel. Although I do have a warm spot for him, I want him to know that sexual context does not mean that I wouldn’t like to see his wide eyes glow with wonder,
His voice that stood for tranquility is the same as the way water makes you float. The same way as air makes me fly. For you are the wind beneath my wings.
The earth I tread on for the dawn to. The very core of the blood that pumps in my veins throughout. It is my dear, my heart.
I wouldn’t want nothing less than to be ever so close….
Yet we are very close yet so far inasmuch apart.
Our feelings as you should know come in seconds and every moment; every second of each season counts.
And my feelings are just but a trial…
Inasmuch, no; I do not want your body for I cannot lust to taint beauty for the reality is, we can only be friends and that is more to me than love.
Angel, do love….
Me….
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