

UntaintedBrushing your fingers softly along her tender skin Hearing her exhale deeply as she kisses your neck Her legs are wrapped around your hips And your arms around her waist She pauses and looks hard into your eyes Like she can see exactly what your thinking and feeling Wispering into her ear confessing your infinite love Love to touch her, hold her, fell her and taste her As the blanket slides off the bed The cold are forces a tingle on your bare flesh Holding her closer so that nearly every inch of your body is in contact with hers Wondering why you cant stay there foreverUntainted


A Faint MemoryWaking up with his face next to yours. Not being able to make out the shadows. The shadows that hide him away. Hes walking infront of you. Through the sand of your memories. But his imprint is so deep it cant be erased. When he touches you, you never want him to stop. Its now something you never want to feel again.A Faint Memory
Leaning up against the wall. His hands glides down your face. Tingling all through your body. You can know his eyes are on you. Even though there is no light. Your breath softens as you are swept of your feet. Into a lake of ecstacy. En


She LovesShe loves the way you walk with confidence. The way you laugh at peoples misfortunes. She loves the way everything is about you. Everything has to make you happy. She loves the way you cant take critisism. The way you can never lose an arguement. Never be dominated or contained. She loves the way you wont be told what to do. The way you really dont give a shit. She loves your concieted arrogance. And the fact her friends despise you. She loves your negative inShe Loves


One last timeHe loved the way her eyes lit up when she smiled. He loved the way her hair looked in the morning. Missing the sound of her voice echoing through the phone. Wanting to see her standing at his front door again. Wondering what it would be like to have her one last time. To know it would never happen again. To appreciate her as she should be. He loved the way she walked when she was drunk. He loved the way she looked at him like he was the only one there. Kissing her with such passion. Aching to hold her again. She could take his breathe away with one glance over her shoulder. &nbOne last time
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with my own hands, i carried my momories to where spirits sleep in the quicksand..like a butterfly i let my sadness rise, over the mountainside, to the place of my dreams...
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[ It's all make believe, isn't it? ]
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My heart is true and my will is strong.
The Apophysis fractal art club*Apophysis
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Though you may not express your feelings, you do project them.
I feel it, every time...
That is empathy...
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