Dearest Jon, w4m
The night is my friend.
You came to me. You always come to me. We lay together. In your eyes I could see the words before they formed on your lips.The words were sweet. Delightful morsels of sustenance for a dry and thristy heart. I cling to them. I eat, breathe and survive on them and your visits to my subconcious. As I lay in your arms, I want for nothing. As I lay in your arms my love, my dreams, my aspirations, my hopes and wants cease to exist as you are there.
Oh to savor the taste of your kiss on my lips... feel the single women seeking hot sex Martinsville strength of your love as your arms surround me. What I would pay to have you look into my eyes like you once did, and touch my spirit. Swim in my being.
Raise me from the dead. The earth is hard, and cold is my only clothing.
I wait...