love.
I love him. I love him. I love him! I trust him with my deepest secrets, and I trust him with my body. He’s my best friend. Sure, we messed it all up. Sure, it ended? But I don’t care for anyone else more than I care for him.
his voice is calming, his touch is tender. his words sooth, and excite. his presence is a such a pleasure, and he never taking a moment of my time for granted. I crave his body, I crave his mind. His wit, and intelligence. His warmth, and lingering touch. I don’t need commitment, I don’t need the publicity. I know he cares, I know he wants and I know I provide. Words can be beautiful, but his actions echo around me surrounding me with a bubble of bliss.
I love him. I love talking, chilling, sexing…him. I don’t need a title. I know how he feels about me, and I know how i feel about him. Simple, and beautiful.
simply love.
Sabature said,
April 23, 2008 at 4:30 am
Simple and beautiful
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Sabature said,
April 23, 2008 at 12:49 pm
hehe thanks for the coment ixnay…:)…and about the girl I am in love with…She does not share the same feelings about me so
…I am kind of stuck there…Anyhow I am trying to move on for the past 8 months lol…I do not think I will stop loving her but maybe I can find peace with someone who has the passion of love in her heart 
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