We’re all broken. It’s just to the matter of what extent and severity, that draws the ones capable,

We’re all broken. It’s just to the matter of what extent and severity, that draws the ones capable, to us; one’s that crave the opportunity to mold us back together. The ones that have the ability to see the strength and beauty in what others appear to be a repository of false hope. They see past the cracks and scars, the cemented facades and instead, fill our broken holes with new hope and intentions of making us whole again. They don’t see an abandoned street, they see a place to build. We’re not all as terrible as we think we are and we all need that reassurance sometimes. Someone to hang lights along the roads inside us that reveal the shadows that monopolize us. i’d love to see myself from Your perspective. To experience what it’s like to be on the other end of my submission and feel that sense of validation, i so often crave. i’d then love to hang them next to the ones i feel pull on the different sectors of my organs, just to see how they match up. i want to feel Your inability to contain Yourself. The point right after You cum and i’m still directing tiny waves of pleasure out of You. i want to feel the plates inside You shift when i do something to move You. i’d love to physically watch the thoughts form in Your mind as they sneak in throughout the day and break Your concentration. The times when You should be the most focused, but all You can think of is Your hands around my neck. i want to feel the race in Your eyes, to the pull in Your cock; and i’d love to test the different combinations, to see which one makes it grow faster and which ones make it grow harder. Then i want to know what You’d feel like as You tried to hide it in a room full of suits, because i refuse to leave Your mind. i’d love to feel the pulse in Your veins when i would enter Your car. To measure the breaths in Your lungs as You fight back the urge to unleash Yourself upon me. Feel Your fangs slide down from the place You keep them hidden. i want to feel the rivalry You house of wanting to tear inside my ass or rock Your little girl to sleep.i’d love to feel the intoxication You reach when You inhale my scent for the first time in days. The differences in the first taste of Your little girl, to the first bite in my skin, delivered by the itch in Your hand. i want to feel where Your mind’s at when You see pain and pleasure rush in to consume me first. The smile behind Your eyes and the storm forming at Your core. i’d love to be the traveling wavelength that slips it’s way in Your mind, just as it leaves mine. The little bit of connection that makes me feel like You do, and if You feel the same way. i’d love to know the measure of helplessness You get when You can’t be with Your little girl and she desperately needs her Daddy. To feel the levels of frustration as You read a text that i probably shouldn’t have sent. The dance between Your fingers when You’re not sure how to respond. i want to feel the strain in Your eyes and the anger rise to Your face. i want to feel the darkest places inside You. i want to know where Your mind is when You teeter between wanting to guide me and corrupt me at the same time! i want to feel the effect i have on You. To see if witnessing myself kneel before You has the same dramatic effect as when i feel inclined to lower myself at Your feet. i want to know if You’re as confused at how beautiful this is as well. i want to feel the passion You have in Your veins. i want to feel the struggle You have to tell someone how amazing this is, but keep it a secret all to Yourself. i wish i was in that room when You told Your friend the few pieces about This. i want to feel what it’s like to enter my body with Your cock and see if it feels the same way when You enter me, every…time. i want to taste my mouth with Your tongue, the tight chambers of my throat with Your cocki just want to know that when You look at me, You don’t see all the broken pieces that define me, but beautiful battle wounds that are the motives behind why my head lowers and wants to fall to my knees, when You enter the room! Oh, what a needy little slut i am….but You already knew that.Copyright 2013 © patientyounglady -- source link

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