If you could peer into my heart, you’d see the depth of my feelings for you—the thoughts that swirl around you like a gentle current. But I hold back, fearful that my words might fracture the delicate dance we’ve begun. You’ve awakened sensations in me, dormant since childhood—feelings I doubted I’d ever experience again. It’s this vulnerability,...

I love you—it’s a truth both comforting and bewildering. I can’t quite unravel this tapestry of past and present affections. The sharpest sting isn’t born from animosity, but from the absence of it. I’ve scoured the pages of poets and philosophers alike, and their chorus resounds: ‘True love is the tender ache that persists, even as you wish them...

He played with your heart like he was fumbling with broken violin strings, not realizing there’s nothing in you that needs fixing. He was blind to the woman in front of him—to the soul that shines brighter than any cocky grin he could muster. It was foolish of him not to see the blaze in your eyes, the kind that could turn an average guy into royalty.Girl,...

Goodbye, love. I harbored dreams that you’d be my anchor, but alas, I was mistaken. When you set sail, my hopes were adrift with you. Now, I keep company with solitude, whispering to the void you left behind. I thought resilience would come easily, but the ache that has taken root is a testament to the mental tempest I weather.Hello, walls—sturdy...

I’ve got to be honest—this scares me. Not you, but what this could mean. What it could awaken. There’s a part of me that still flinches from old wounds, even when no one’s reaching to touch them. I’ve carried things in silence that I can’t always explain. Scars I’ve learned to tuck away behind smiles and small talk. You’re not them. I know...

What is love, really? Is it giving yourself so freely that your vulnerability becomes an open door? Or is it the building walls so high you wait for someone brave enough to climb them? Maybe I got it wrong. I thought the way my heart raced when I looked into your eyes meant something. Maybe it did. Maybe it didn’t. Some say love is in the...

Ever caught your reflection and that stunning smile of yours? Yeah, the one that sends gloom packing and lights up every corner. Noticed how folks are drawn to you, like blooms to the sun’s warm embrace? That’s your spirit, shining bright. And the courage you’ve got—giving your all without expecting a return ticket—that’s pure gold.  You’re...

Why can’t you glimpse your reflection through my gaze? Why does my declaration that you’re deserving of more fall on deaf ears? When I affirm your value, why don’t you believe? Let me say it once more. You’re a pixie, a being spun from the magic of moonbeams and stardust. You view the world through a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, your heart brimming...

We crafted a masterpiece, you and I, borne from a kiss I longed for. That kiss, a prelude to a symphony of desire, left me yearning for a flavor uniquely his. As our lips met, I whispered for just a taste, a morsel before the crescendo. He obliged, as he always does, and with that sweet morsel, I was transported beyond the confines...

Your body is like a song as it moves slowly; you start with a kiss. You work your way down and take him deep in your mouth. You sing a song of passion with your deep soft strokes slightly moving faster. He moans of pleasure to your beat. You take a breath, wanting more, and I ask where did your mind go? Is your taste for him sweet like...

You never listen!Sometimes I feel like you don’t care to understand who I am or what I mean.You never listen.You haven’t taken the time to know me.I know you say you do, but you don’t.You can’t because you never listen.yet you don’t even notice when you hurt me like no one else.You have repeated the same others have said about me before,and...

There’s a peculiar ache in my chest, a longing for a voice I’ve never heard but know as well as my own. It’s a mystery, this profound sense of missing someone whose presence I’ve never felt, yet whose absence is as palpable as the night’s silence. My body craves an embrace that’s never been—a touch, a scent, a taste—all figments of a vivid...

I’m a unicorn, that mythological creature whispered about in tales of old, a beacon of rarity in a world of the mundane. For men, I transform into a mermaid, the siren of the sea, an embodiment of fantasy and unattainable dreams. Why do I claim such fabled identities? It’s simple. I am the woman of desires, the muse of countless daydreams,...

What am I doing? I declared myself done with love, with relationships, with anything beyond the physical. Yet here I am, questioning, changing, feeling. What is this if not a betrayal of my own rules? I’m no schoolgirl lost in naive dreams; I’m a woman fully formed, supposed to be beyond such follies. But am I falling for him? On what grounds? Where...

In the brief chapters of our acquaintance, you’ve bestowed upon me a title I’ve longed for, yet I stand in wonder if I’m worthy of such a crown. Our connection has been a rollercoaster, a fast-forward through seasons of emotions, simulating years within days. In your presence, I glimpse a reflection of a person who loves with abandon, and it’s...

Greetings, enigmatic soul. Who might you be? Undoubtedly not the familiar who has traced constellations on my skin, igniting a fervor within. Salutations, Love. Your tender, unhurried caresses map my form—a dance both foreign and yet intimately known to my own rhythm. Welcome, Intimacy. An unexpected guest in my sanctuary; when did you slip...

Your affection, once a saccharine dream, gradually revealed its acrid truth. Your confectionery deceptions ensnared me, words of love as alluring as they were hollow, whispered by lips that sculpted beauty itself. You spun yarns of everlasting bliss, yet what I consumed was the apple of deceit—its venom lulled me into a stupor. I wandered, somnambulant,...

When I professed my love, it was an offering of my very essence. I immersed myself in your narratives, connecting with the experiences that shaped you. I felt the echoes of your past—its sorrow, its joy, its tranquility, and its affection. But did my heart’s resonance reach you? Declaring my love was a journey to comprehend the origins of your...