Laws Of Attraction

The days string along like they are mirrored images of one another, seemingly breathtaking in their beauty and all that surrounds them. I hear your voice calling to me. Willing me to come as fast as I can so that we can get more time in with each other. We each have our separate lives, unbeknownst to those around us we’re secretly wishing we were apart of one another’s. What it would be like to not have to question what either of us are doing from day to day, but to know already instead. That’s not how our hands were dealt though. You have your hand to play as well as I. Unfortunately not including one another having active roles to play. We go from one calendar week to the next. Getting kicks and thrills from the little time we do have together. Whispering nasty thoughts from my mouth to your ear. Sending goosebumps crashing against the barriers of your hard toned muscles. All the while stirring something in the warmth center of my sweet spot. You instill in me, feelings I haven’t felt in so long. Matter of fact the last time I can even recall feeling something remotely close to this was when I was a teenager. The feeling in my belly all warm and tingly. God, why has it been so long?

It’s crazy the feelings that stir in my body whenever we’re together. It’s like I’m in my teenage years all over again. The giddiness I feel and excitement shooting adrenaline all through my body. With you on me and me on you, almost like we’re star-crossed lovers. The electricity we ignite in one another could power an entire town. No one would believe it if we said so. They’d only see the sin being committed between us. How could something so wrong feel so good? You’re the medicine that my body is craving. Like living on the edge. I say if you jump I jump, but in reality we’re both scared. Looking forward to the unknown might be kind of scary. But so long as we’re together we can push right through. Breaking Free on the other side of sanity. You’re reading my mind while I’m reading your body language. It’s speaking to me and the most intimate ways. Do I dare taste the forbidden fruit? Or do I stay on the path of the righteous and commit no sin? I know I’ll be forgiven. It’s only a matter of time.

We talk a lot of shit. Wanting to act on it so bad. Doing everything but the deed is so enticing. Makes our minds wonder of how we’d mold together, my body pouring into yours all while you’re inside of me. Your dark ebony skin against my silky smooth ivory tone. Would create such beautiful movements and enticing sounds. Perfection at its finest! Art at it’s greatest!

By tallgirl07

I have always loved expressing myself through words. I have been a bookworm since I started reading I think. So expressing myself through writing has forever been super easy for me. Now if I could just teach everyone who didn't know how, how to read, then they'd be able to read all the fascinating literature out there. I'd go crazy if I couldn't curl up to a good book on a rainy day if I wanted to. I work with the public. So I was outside a couple days ago typing away on my 2nd hand chrome book, and a nice gentleman started conversation about how long it took to charge. I said not long for an older model. He said he knew, about the older model I was working with. I proceeded to tell him I was trying my hand at writing a book. He turned out to be an avid bookworm himself. He gave me nothing but encouragement to finish the book. I like to tell myself I can do anything. But we all know how some people should just stick to their profession, well I'm gonna keep trying. I won't stop until I know without a shadow of doubt I can't succeed. Then maybe I'll put my pencil down, or in my case now, close my chrome book for good. Something tells me I won't have to just yet though.

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