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Wanting Her

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MayaAngelDay

Published: May 4, 2014

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All I want to do is hold her.

I want to hold her with her beautiful bird bones, her slim waist.
I want to see her light up and dazzle me with her smile.
To brush my fingers through her hair, and compliment her eyes.
I want to kiss her sweetly, with closed eyes and soft lips.

I want her to hold me.
To whisper and giggle into my ear.
I want her to run her fingers gently over my skin, feeling its softness.
To discover the raw me, without all the cover-up of outer beauty.
I want her to notice all my imperfections and scars and like me all the more.
To kiss me gently, then passionately, our bodies entwining, curves coming together.
To feel as if we are the only two people in the world,
and have perfection, even if only for a moment.

I want her, and her to want me.

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megan8789

Aug 13, 2015

I love this. My favorite line is "I want her to notice all the imperfections and scars and love me all the more". I can tell it comes from your heart, the desire for a real, genuine, and innocent love ♥

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