Well, here you are... flesh and bones in front of me and all I want is your touch.
I want to feel your skin on mine.
I want to smell your smell.
I want you; all of you.
I don't care anymore.
You are what I want and that is all that matters.
You are kind, sweet, patient, and supportive...all the qualities I've prayed for so long for!
When I want something or someone I want it yesterday, though, and here we are and here you are.
You, my sweet, are stirring up feelings inside me that I thought long since dead.
See, I thought I'd put these feelings on a shelf in a well-locked box.
I thought these feelings had long ago turned to dust.
Never to arise again.
You are bringing the dead back to life though.
Awakening things inside of me and turning the lights back on one by one...
I want your touch...
I want to taste you...
I want to feel you moving me to the brink.
I know there will be no coming back from this edge.
The tight coils inside me breaking, loosening, unhinging.
I know suddenly that you will be my undoing.
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Lindsey Altom
For me, writing runs in the blood. I've written songs, poems and short stories ever since I was a little girl. I mostly like to write about my life experiences mixed with a little fiction or just things that come off the top of my head!
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