In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. Ill peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips.
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Those innocent eyes, that smile on your face makes it easy to trust you…if they only knew, the girl with the tattoo like I do.
and actually mean them. Someone who you’ve never gotten the chance to know, a complete stranger with a whole life behind them filled with intelligence, beauty, sadness, mistakes and achievements, family, love and sometimes lust…
I guess I just don’t understand where peoples mentalities are. Most of you preach peace, but none practice it. I’m not saying I’m perfect, or any of the nastiness hurts me, but lets move on. Maybe get to know me before you make the assumption that I’m a “joke” or that i’m “disgusting”. Maybe THEN you can call me that. But not now. That’s for-fucking-sure.
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