R Is For Desires

(Her): L-O-V-E doesn´t mean anything when it comes to lust. No strings attached, just fun. R-O-M-A-N-C-E doesn´t matter when your drunk and not thinking. It´s all just fun until it becomes something real. Something you tried to keep organized spirals you out of control, whenever your near that person your heart beats uncontrollably. You suddenly realize your crazy for this person, a stranger that becomes a lover. You soon realize that your soulmate is laying right next to you, or messaging you and bringing you coffee after work. Still no strings attached. You wonder if he feels the same way when he looks at you. When your breath suddenly changes and your eyes sparkle whenever you see him does he realize it.

You began to think someone like you can never make a guy like him fall for you. You began to feel insecure because a guy like him is way out of your league, but you began to wonder why did he choose you? why is he so drawn to you? mysterious yet simply romantic. The more together you become the more intrigued you become of him. Though your just realizing now that this is just the beginning for you two.

(Him): She wasn´t no ordinary girl, if she was I wouldn´t have been so drawn to her. She was capable of love but I was capable of lust. Two people drawn to each other was very different but I loved the adventure. No strings attached is what I asked for. No strings attached is what I gotten. Though when you spend so little time with someone you began to grow curious of their whereabouts and life. Ryan was her name. She was a beauty and she respected my wishes. She knew I was incapable of love and she understood that. The closer she had gotten to me, the more I became drawn to her emotionally and mentally.

Her flawless smooth skin as it brushes one after another as she walked in that beautiful summer dress. Her shiny, flowing auburn hair swaying in the wind. Though I still had to remember No strings attached. Though we both knew this was just the beginning for the both of us.

(Her): He told me he was incapable of loving me and I excepted. He told me he was drawn to me like no other, all the others was not like me. He asked me if I excepted him, not sure of what he mean´t I said yes. He offered me a deal, if I had a connection with him no one was to know about him in sake of his career and I was to not be connected with other people. I was to still go to college and stay in contact with friends and family and business but not to party strangers. I excepted, understanding his desires and respecting his wishes.

I was ordered to go by the rules, if I didn´t we couldn´t have anything to do with each other, it was just how it had to be he told me. He read to me one of his stories, it was very mysterious and romantic but only because it had to do with his last one. All his stories were about woman, very fictional and PG but romantic. Out of all the stories there was only one that felt related to me her name was Bella. She was his first one and he liked her the most but never enough to love her. I wonder if he was gonna do the same to me. Ethan was his name. Ethan was my one, my whole but I don´t know if he felt the same way.

(Him): When you truly desire something you tend to grow hungry for that desire. I grew hungry for her, I wanted to understand her and know more about her. Every time she was gone her fragrance on my bed grew stronger, the dreams about her grew more intense, I grew hungry for her.

Her touch began to heighten, her looks more intriguing and attractive, our connection romantic but still no strings attached. Her soft hands running across my arms as she goes to lock hands I pull away. She looked amazing, she smelled amazing her flawless skin wanting me to run my fingers down her arms. I wanted to kiss her so bad as much as I knew she wanted me to kiss her. I could tell by the change in her heart beat, the switched rhythm of her pulse and the cold to warmer body temperature.

Her eyes glistening in the sunlight as she gazes into the sky, her summer dress blowing in the wind as she laid there allowing the cold breeze to brush past her face. She was a drug an addiction that not even rehab can fix. She belonged to me and only me...