I picture you walking down the elevator, with a smile spread across your face ready to take away any problems that may be boggling me accompanied by words of reassurance.
I envision you, in your birthday suit, ready to carry me to the ocean of ecstasy.
I think of your well contoured arms, lustfully caressing my tender breasts and soft silky skin.
I can feel the fragrance of your perfume swirling in the air beckoning on me to embrace your presence.
I yearn for the taste of your lips as you gently kiss my neck and work your way to my moist lips.
I can see you, a vision of pure paradise perfectly poised as you take a swim in your tight shorts and my mind can’t help but wander into the land of the forbidden.
I can hear you whisper sweet nothings into my ear as I softly moan to the imaginary music in my head.
I am high on love and intimacy yet I can’t find a way to remain stable in this turbulence of passion and desire.
I am lost in your beautiful black eyes where I feel like I am drowning into the eternity of kept promises.
I really do want to flow with you like the rivers do, constantly evolving but still there.
I want to grow sweeter with you, like wine does as it ages over time.
I want to gaze into your soul like a mirror and experience heavenly bliss.
I am terribly afraid of letting you get close to me as you might notice my cracked heart.
I want to write you as part of my story so that you can join the bookshelf in my heart and form part of the pages that flicker to the end.
I want you to leave your footprints in my dream world so that my wishes may turn into reality.
My desire for you is like a sneeze because it can’t be contained.
The difference between promises and memories is that we break promises but promises break us.
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