How can I reach you? Miss you :*
How can I reach you? Miss you :*
Every time since I’ve met you I keep thinking that your middle name should have been McSteamy ( yes, like McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy). Cause every time I am around you, I feel like in a hot sauna. I’m hot and I see steam coming out from my body. I can’t take my eyes of you, I can’t think straight and my body is hot. And when you touch my skin, and breathe down my neck, I can’t stay on my own two feet. So you gently take me into the shower, in hot steam, under water, to feel each drop on my skin, each touch and each move. And how you smile when you see the goose bumps down my skin, when you feel my knees tremble..it’s priceless. And then I put my nails deep in your skin, so that you can feel my desire. I love to hear you moan. Moan my name, babe…
I woke up…steamy morning. I need a shower. Oh steamy shower again. Where are you?
Past – no steam, present – steamy, future – can’t stop the steam. Let me bathe in you …
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Same areas of the brain get activated when we get social rejection, or the betrayal of a loved one as when we spill hot coffee on our arm. In other words the emotional pain hurts the same as the physical pain. So if there are drugs for physical pain, than they might work for the emotional one? Like:” take 2 pills in the morning to feel better all day?”
But numbing our pain is a good thing? If we never felt angry could we have ever apreaciated happiness? Or fear to admire courage?
Maybe to enjoy the beauty in our lifes we must enjoy the pain….
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Maybe if I had a eraser and a pen I wouldn’t have been the person I am today. And even though I don’t understand why I am here, I have to learn how to love the place I am in. I have to learn that the archives that lay in my soul defines me and I still have many chapters to write. I would love that for a while we could trade places. Each one to live other one’s life.Maybe then we would realize that we don’t know each other so good and we would have to accept that.
I dream about waking up in a deserted place where we could only rely on each other. Maybe in that way we would learn again how to appreciate one another. We were two complicated persons who never knew how to be easy.
I try finding different shapes for all this, changing the sad colors, but still we are here. So if now is here, and we are at this point, can we at least have the decency to have a clean break and leave with the good memories?
Remembering a very good movie…remembering love…
What if we were meant to be…what if everyone is meant to be…then why so many of us are so apart?
to be continued…
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