What seems to be love.
A simple and inevitable love that formed just by the fabric of time had me running in circles for a story to unfold. Walking down a path where we hold each other’s hands and the breeze of change gives us the opportunity to look forward to our forever. The ecstasy from your slightest touch sends shivers throughout my whole body. A simple yet irrevocable love that not the strongest of challenges can defy. As we walk through mountains of memories and run through the thickest of misery, I breathe for you and you alone. Your look always reassures me that no one could dare compare and the warmth that pleases me and makes it able for me to greet another day.
The sturdy figure that you have before me signifies your affection and with just an effortless kiss you can seal the most desirable craving. The one that makes me feel both as a child and as a young woman experiencing mania. Your whole existence gives me a reason to feel more alive and gives me the thrill of my life. The possibility of us thriving and gaining each other’s spirit contract to what seems to be an eternity. The colorful and rejuvenating spark that I know feels on a constant makes me desire every inch of you. And just by reaching out to each other, we have touched all the dimensions in which we exist and were given the opportunity to go even further into that time and space continuum.
By your confident and caring aura, I have received the highest of praise as you devote and worship me. I am endlessly infatuated by you. You live for me, by me as well as I live for you, by you, and not a wreck nor havoc could even enforce their laws upon our sacred trust. Your unattractive way of leading me towards your entity can’t even keep me sane. Our unexplainable and indescribable feeling of lust as we thirst for each other’s commands. Hugging you in the slightest is just a way to reward my good deeds yet the feeling of owning and keeping you hidden pops up from time to time.
The vast existence of what we can be and what we should be naggingly yet embracingly moves an inch forward. This must be child’s play but I love the adventure of it. Said to be our own person but being owned by you is what I truly admire. The plaything that you adore and same for me you are mine and mine alone. The extravagant need for you and yours for me. I know you yearn for me as much as you treasure me, I’m not delicate so man-handle me. I’ll do the same to you in my own way. Oh, what would we be if we weren’t each other’s dreams?
Written by Alyssa