Submissions by IsaiahWestleigh

Allow my hands to cover the scars you oh so try your hardest to keep hidden.
Allow my skin to rub against yours as we glide into a warm embrace.
Allow my fingers to trace the figure of the body I yearn,
now come to me.

Relax.
Let go of all the stress.  Replace the pain with the sensation of my lips as they explore the smoothness of your "lips."
Spread out.
My tongue wants a glimpse of heaven too.

I want you to hold me there.
Make me enjoy you.

Allow my hands to grip your breasts, as thy fingertips caress your now hard...

i inhaled your very existence and held it there;
breathless. ♡

Patience.

You hand out plans as if managing thy hell's days.
I wait and suffer.
Or even better said, a manager via his team's plays.
I wait and suffer.

Tulips could bloom and fall to a crisp, yet thy will still be no where around. The sun's rays could taint perfection, and beauty will no longer be found.
I wait and suffer.

You ask for patience as if you hold no choice, yet expect me to be happy for one's paining rejoice. A voice i no longer know, a face that has gone unseen, poise no longer straight; no trace of my own being.
I wait and...