I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
Someone message me to make me smile or something damn it I can’t take this feeling
I’m not sad because I’m lonely theirs plenty of people to comfort me. I’m sad because of reality and the fucked up things This world brings us.