I am madness made woman The one who invents every mischief to make you fall, to tempt your demons and fall at my feet. I am sin made woman, I am that desire that wants to burn in your body, I am delirium and desire, the thought that accompanies you making your manhood latent.
He loves my dimples, my smile, those peculiar indentations that appear when I smile. I'm going to eat your mouth, and then your pretty dimples, he tells me... He's a repeat offender, and whatever it is, he drives me crazy. He insists on kissing me, and kissing my face, devouring my smile,
move slowly through this world time is fleeting moments pass too quickly savor each step you take careful of your footings sands easily swept aside
days turn to years & years turn to dust move gentle through time for time is a monger time will not wait,so why hurry in the end,there is only the end.
I have senses that you agree on. She is the only one. Yes. Nervous, sensitive, and affectionate by nature. Stubborn. Loves madly. Different. Gets angry and upset, changes her ways and acts unjustly. Calm. No. She is the jealous type. Rest assured. I love you with all my arrogance.
sweet girl, why do you think these thoughts? you are everything courageous and brave, intelligent and witty. there is a fire in your soul, burning so bright the stars are jealous. you will find your way, i promise and one day, you will find yourself. please, do not think these thoughts.
Give me just a moment and I'll try to do it, I train, let me show you all the love I feel in a kiss, let my body tremble, it will tell you that I'm dying for you, let everything speed up in a hug and then you'll realize that my skin crawls and it hurts for you.
“Hope for love, pray for love, wish for love, dream for love…but don’t put your life on hold waiting for love.” ― Mandy Hale #love#lovequotes #foryouシ#fblifestyle
There are things that can never be recovered... A stone thrown into the sea... words, once spoken, that remain etched in the heart and stored in the memory, no matter how much one doesn't want them to... opportunities after they've been lost. and our time, the most valuable thing, once it's passed.
Sometimes, there are people who become just that: a constant desire, a temptation that is unsatisfied by distance or time. It's not just about the physical, but the urge to be close to that which awakens the senses and soothes the soul.
The less you define yourself, the less you describe yourself, the less you need to defend your character, the less you need to prove, the less you need to convince, the closer you are to yourself.
“You've changed” “No, actually, I've stopped bending over backwards to stay where there was no room for me. Now I respect myself, and if this seems like a change to you, it's only because I finally no longer allow anyone to cross my boundaries.
