carnagee

His beautiful words cut me deeply in a tragically wonderful way; making me long for his breath to brush against my skin. His body magical, strong and unearthly like, I beg to touch; immersing my small frail body in his safe arms. His breathtaking eyes, fiery and possessive; I long to be captured in his; piercing my simple brown eyes, with his irresistible gaze. I long to brush his lips with my own; capturing his breath, tasting each other; twisting our tongues in a silent rhythm. The raw need, undisguised and blunt; I beg to let go and explore the depths of each other; I long to be his. I crave more than the fict