I thought you were a pure entity. The joyfulness, the confidence that emanates from you captivated me slowly. As I first saw you there with that bewitching energy, I felt a strange feeling. The fervor to please mix with the confusion of my mind trying to comprehend that underlying aura of sexual tension made me a complete slave to your every word. On second thought, I didn’t suspect much, but it was there, latent. That state of mind was buried deep in me.
More and more I try to find ways for you to notice me, to acknowledge my presence, for you to develop some kind of interest, of appreciation. I found myself in total loss of control of what I was projecting, of how others perceived me. I was trapped in an obsessive downward spiral of insanity. …show more content…
Promising that we will see each other again, but delay the moment until I want to stop everything and then make that face of lust to keep me wanting more. I will try to stay patient until his desire condescends to return if it ever will.
This. This touch on my shoulder, it just completely melted my whole body. The feeling through every fiber of my being is absolutely amazing. Making me forget every bit of the resolution I took. I never want it to end, this is pure ecstasy I don’t want to abandoned that even if my heart aches every time I see you, even if I want to cry when you make me understand that it is not a good time to meet. That particular moment when you touch me and implies that you want me, I crumble.
I am dying inside. I know this pattern way too well to continue down this path. This really has to stop even if it is the hardest thing to do. No more trivial excuses. My weakness will get the best of me and throw me down the abyss. I can’t allow that, I can’t do this again.
He talked to me because something reminded him of me and there I stopped worrying for a little while. Everything was okay and I didn’t want to lose him anymore. I slide on those feelings as long as possible until I crash inevitably. This never-ending cycle of lust and hate is not viable, but for the moment, there is no other way I want to
More and more I try to find ways for you to notice me, to acknowledge my presence, for you to develop some kind of interest, of appreciation. I found myself in total loss of control of what I was projecting, of how others perceived me. I was trapped in an obsessive downward spiral of insanity. …show more content…
Promising that we will see each other again, but delay the moment until I want to stop everything and then make that face of lust to keep me wanting more. I will try to stay patient until his desire condescends to return if it ever will.
This. This touch on my shoulder, it just completely melted my whole body. The feeling through every fiber of my being is absolutely amazing. Making me forget every bit of the resolution I took. I never want it to end, this is pure ecstasy I don’t want to abandoned that even if my heart aches every time I see you, even if I want to cry when you make me understand that it is not a good time to meet. That particular moment when you touch me and implies that you want me, I crumble.
I am dying inside. I know this pattern way too well to continue down this path. This really has to stop even if it is the hardest thing to do. No more trivial excuses. My weakness will get the best of me and throw me down the abyss. I can’t allow that, I can’t do this again.
He talked to me because something reminded him of me and there I stopped worrying for a little while. Everything was okay and I didn’t want to lose him anymore. I slide on those feelings as long as possible until I crash inevitably. This never-ending cycle of lust and hate is not viable, but for the moment, there is no other way I want to