I want you so badly. My desire for you is so strong that I tremble at the very thought of your beauty. I yearn for your touch, I yearn for your fire. I think about you all the time. I fantasize about you daily, especially before I sleep. I dream of you, but you are so real to me. Are you out there wanting the same things, too? Oh, what I would do to you. I would rock your world, honey. See, I’m already on fire for you. My pussy aches when I think about your touch. I long for your tease, your passion, your sex drive, your soul. I want you to make love to me, rock me back and forth, hold me close, squeeze me, slap me, pull my hair, bite me, make me cum. I would tease you and make you want me. I don’t think you comprehend my desire for you. I need you. I was born to be with you. I will cherish you, make you feel beautiful, hold you, comfort you, be there for you. I will love you like no other. Please, let me find you.
Passion comes in all forms and desire is an incredible portion of it. I currently have a Christian Grey relationship with a gentlemen friend of mine and I feel that passion when we kiss. But for every other guy I’ve been with, it’s extremely rare I feel that passion when we are actually intimate, more so than just sex. Here is a little something I wrote the other night while dozing off:
What I would give to feel alien warmth next to me? To feel scruff and skin and heat not of me. His scent wrapping me up like a primo Christmas gift. His hands playing games with my curves.
“damn you And your curves,” he breathes.
I try to stifle a giggle, which I fail at doing. I move my hand towards his and accidentally brush my hardened nipple. So sensitive they yearn for every moment to be free.
Touch me. Touch me again. Just touch.
I just want to reach out And touch him. Actually feel him. Not just the lust. But desire.
I find it ridiculous that people call their lust a passion. :) You don’t even know what a fucking passion is. Note, passion isn’t fantasizing how lustful you are.
Passion is the complete devotion to a certain activity which no matter good or bad, you thrive for it.
It’s also a word used as an excuse for people who’s heads are always in the clouds. :)
Passionate hatred. Can you imagine that? I can. I am passionately hateful.
“Don’t get me wrong!” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AWH0C_cDSk