hela_morrigan @ 2009-11-16T16: 38:00
gray sky, varying partial cloudiness. Blue sky varying gray. Gray sky, changing to sadness and loneliness. Cold environment, almost infinitely bleak. I embraced the darkness, as the arms could not be absent at the time.
I felt silly, almost stupid, almost trash ... about myself. I licked her lips again and again.
And once again turned to mourn, but at that time was crying for myself, for my own loneliness volvíaa invade me again and again.
cried feeling that strange feeling of abandonment and foremost: I felt incomplete. I touched my lips with reverence, almost able to feel your lips caressing, tickling imaginary rozándolos and attacked me.
My tears dried up, feeling for the first time the stark hope around me, holding me firmly secured to the ground again. Hope? Yes, that was what I felt lightness and made me fly a bit more.
I miss your lips, whisper convinced. need to feel it once, only that . I miss your lips here in my mouth, stroking, wetting, mimándola. It sounds strange, it sounds corny, it sounds like it sounds, but that's my desire now ... just that.
Just one kiss, kiss forever. A memorable kiss.
Just a kiss, my love.
1. I miss your hands.
2. I miss your lips.
3. I miss your body.
4. I miss your warmth.
5. I miss your eyes.
6. I miss your words.
7. I need your love.
8. I miss your touch.
