Djjapp777
Bluelighter
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Yes you were my first love. How wonderful, yep. You are so beatuful and I loved watching you as I talked to you, it was just incredible. Four years now and we're here, people who smile. I think I do love you, as part of my life. I cannot tell the future or if I'll ever find a girl to give ALL my love to, but right now part of my love is for you. We are very strange, cannot talk or be with each other, but I have always loved you and I know that somewhere inside there you have that love for me. I do see it in your eyes, even when you scowl at me. So I smile. I understand, you are there but I can see you and smell you and dream about you, so I love it. I am a simple man, don't need much, I love you but I don't even really need you. I just want one night with you, see you smile, talk, hold you, and relish it. After that, anything goes. You can fly out of my life, I do not mind, because I had that one night. So it's OK. This is where it gets strange. I say we were meant for each other but from a distance, as simple friends. And I am glad that we were meant for each other as simple friends from a distance who rarely talk, I still know you, still live my life, you live yours, I still see you, and I am still incredibly happy. I do not need to marry you or fuck you, just you being alive is what makes it fun. A vision of you at school is all I needed. Future is close and drawn out, maybe I'll see you, maybe this is our last encounter. We fight and I've made you cry, I remember those times, it was great. Now I know the answers to the question you never asked me, about what I liked about you. It was your fingers, yours cheeks, your teeth, your sexy hair, your beautiful skin, your laugh, your eyes, your waist and what you did with them. Fingers across the neck, my hands on your waist. I want to dance with you right now. In my basement, just the 2 of us dancing and dancing and dancing, hand to hand, I see the profile of your lips and your cheek, bouncing around I look at your pretty eyelashes, feeling your ribs, you're so skinny! I like it. I wrap my arms around your stomach, you wearing that red shirt with the string on the collar I love so much. I'm at your house, getting your number again in exchange for some chocolates and flowers. You grab a pen and then my hand, pull it up to your little breast and sign my hand. That is love. I love your color. Your swaying black hair. Your voice I could kiss. Just touch me once, with your fingertips, on my biceps, down to my wrists. It feels so nice, when you are nice, looking at me with both eyes, grinning mischeviously, all i want to do right now is joke with you, make you laugh, I love you, I see you right now, damn i love that tennis outfit with the white shoes and socks, form the yearbook, great picture, natural model, why not try it, yourslim figure drives me wild, i could spot itfrom 100 feet, your little ass in the bellbottoms. It's ok that you are in his car, talking and kissing him, because I am still in the back of your head, yes you are a kind person. Protective of yourself when attacked to protect yourself, so maybe you didn't see what I was trying to do. Just let me say HI, and everything will be ok. We will grow up, live in the same house, kiss each other, get jobs, make a family, laugh and smile, hug, carress, massage, talk. That's what I want to do, talk. With you. Not over an electronic phone with static, but with half a centimeter between our moving tongues, lips rising and falling, smiling, eyes locked, crystal, i love it. yum. Start at your shoulders, bring all five fingertips down to your elbow, from the silk desert of skin, and your small wrist, lean forward for that one soft kiss on your soft lips and then pull back. That would be great.
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"On your planet, 1+1=2; On our planet, 1+1=1." - Ceiba
Yes you were my first love. How wonderful, yep. You are so beatuful and I loved watching you as I talked to you, it was just incredible. Four years now and we're here, people who smile. I think I do love you, as part of my life. I cannot tell the future or if I'll ever find a girl to give ALL my love to, but right now part of my love is for you. We are very strange, cannot talk or be with each other, but I have always loved you and I know that somewhere inside there you have that love for me. I do see it in your eyes, even when you scowl at me. So I smile. I understand, you are there but I can see you and smell you and dream about you, so I love it. I am a simple man, don't need much, I love you but I don't even really need you. I just want one night with you, see you smile, talk, hold you, and relish it. After that, anything goes. You can fly out of my life, I do not mind, because I had that one night. So it's OK. This is where it gets strange. I say we were meant for each other but from a distance, as simple friends. And I am glad that we were meant for each other as simple friends from a distance who rarely talk, I still know you, still live my life, you live yours, I still see you, and I am still incredibly happy. I do not need to marry you or fuck you, just you being alive is what makes it fun. A vision of you at school is all I needed. Future is close and drawn out, maybe I'll see you, maybe this is our last encounter. We fight and I've made you cry, I remember those times, it was great. Now I know the answers to the question you never asked me, about what I liked about you. It was your fingers, yours cheeks, your teeth, your sexy hair, your beautiful skin, your laugh, your eyes, your waist and what you did with them. Fingers across the neck, my hands on your waist. I want to dance with you right now. In my basement, just the 2 of us dancing and dancing and dancing, hand to hand, I see the profile of your lips and your cheek, bouncing around I look at your pretty eyelashes, feeling your ribs, you're so skinny! I like it. I wrap my arms around your stomach, you wearing that red shirt with the string on the collar I love so much. I'm at your house, getting your number again in exchange for some chocolates and flowers. You grab a pen and then my hand, pull it up to your little breast and sign my hand. That is love. I love your color. Your swaying black hair. Your voice I could kiss. Just touch me once, with your fingertips, on my biceps, down to my wrists. It feels so nice, when you are nice, looking at me with both eyes, grinning mischeviously, all i want to do right now is joke with you, make you laugh, I love you, I see you right now, damn i love that tennis outfit with the white shoes and socks, form the yearbook, great picture, natural model, why not try it, yourslim figure drives me wild, i could spot itfrom 100 feet, your little ass in the bellbottoms. It's ok that you are in his car, talking and kissing him, because I am still in the back of your head, yes you are a kind person. Protective of yourself when attacked to protect yourself, so maybe you didn't see what I was trying to do. Just let me say HI, and everything will be ok. We will grow up, live in the same house, kiss each other, get jobs, make a family, laugh and smile, hug, carress, massage, talk. That's what I want to do, talk. With you. Not over an electronic phone with static, but with half a centimeter between our moving tongues, lips rising and falling, smiling, eyes locked, crystal, i love it. yum. Start at your shoulders, bring all five fingertips down to your elbow, from the silk desert of skin, and your small wrist, lean forward for that one soft kiss on your soft lips and then pull back. That would be great.
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"On your planet, 1+1=2; On our planet, 1+1=1." - Ceiba
