Roleplay Confessions Collection: Midsummer Night's Dream (Part One)
A/N: Fantasizing is a dangerous thing, and it's something that I do a lot, unfortunately. Thankfully, it doesn't get me into trouble. I usually keep them to myself. But, since this is a confessions series, what better thing to add than something I'm somewhat sure no one knows? I don't know if the person would know this is about them. Nor do I even know that they're going to read this. But, it can't be helped. The other half of this will probably be up tomorrow. I mean, the second part. (I'm too tired to really backspace right now.) Mm, that one's somewhat like the other half though, but it's another part because it's to a different person and I'm rambling because I'm sleepy so I shall stop. T_T Enjoy~
i’m always falling in love with the wrong person. but, on the other hand, we all know that i have no idea what love even is. we also know that, even if that is my case, i definitely always find a way to do it wrong. like how i’m doing now. i’m not selfish, but i want you both to myself. i feel one way with one of you and another way with the other. i want you both. i want the hands on my waist, the kisses on my cheek, my head on your shoulder. i want your arms around my waist, my back pressed to the sheets, you hovering above me and stealing passionate kiss after passionate kiss. i want to wake up in the morning in your arms, your morning breath, morning smile, and sex hair. i want to please you thoroughly, as both a best friend and a party mate on tier fifteen. make me forget the world. make me forget what i used to be. make me forget who i am. make me what you always make me. how you embrace me as me and me alone. erase my surroundings as i drown in you and surface in your warmth. guilt settles in the pit of my stomach as my thoughts take me to where i know we shouldn’t be. where i’m sure we’ll never be. although it would be nice. why does it feel so bad? so taboo. so forbidden. i want to let my fingers fill the spaces between yours and to cloud your head with thoughts of me, so many that you can’t escape. not that you would want to escape, right? i want to be pinned underneath you, your breath and fingertips springing goosebumps over my skin. i want your imprint all over me. but this is what i want. or so i say. sometimes i need it. i crave it, but it’s unspeakable. i don’t want you to run. tell me what to do. i shouldn’t want you as much as i do. or maybe i just feel that i shouldn’t. it hurts to think, to know, that i can’t have you. or can i? just once. once would be all that would set the flame to rest, wouldn’t it? i’m beginning to question everything because i don’t know what is what anymore. my mind won’t rest and my heart sits on edge, peering at you and silently calling out for you. reel me in and hold me tight in your arms. let me hide away in your shoulders and inhale your scent. let your hands roam with neither of us feeling guilty. let us dive into each other and steal the night without a word. let me have you to soothe this beast. the one that craves you so deeply because i’m at a standstill with the way that you make me feel. a standstill… please, tell me what to do. guide me like you always do so well. please, tell me… have i fallen for my best friend?
i’m always falling in love with the wrong person. but, on the other hand, we all know that i have no idea what love even is. we also know that, even if that is my case, i definitely always find a way to do it wrong. like how i’m doing now. i’m not selfish, but i want you both to myself. i feel one way with one of you and another way with the other. i want you both. i want the hands on my waist, the kisses on my cheek, my head on your shoulder. i want your arms around my waist, my back pressed to the sheets, you hovering above me and stealing passionate kiss after passionate kiss. i want to wake up in the morning in your arms, your morning breath, morning smile, and sex hair. i want to please you thoroughly, as both a best friend and a party mate on tier fifteen. make me forget the world. make me forget what i used to be. make me forget who i am. make me what you always make me. how you embrace me as me and me alone. erase my surroundings as i drown in you and surface in your warmth. guilt settles in the pit of my stomach as my thoughts take me to where i know we shouldn’t be. where i’m sure we’ll never be. although it would be nice. why does it feel so bad? so taboo. so forbidden. i want to let my fingers fill the spaces between yours and to cloud your head with thoughts of me, so many that you can’t escape. not that you would want to escape, right? i want to be pinned underneath you, your breath and fingertips springing goosebumps over my skin. i want your imprint all over me. but this is what i want. or so i say. sometimes i need it. i crave it, but it’s unspeakable. i don’t want you to run. tell me what to do. i shouldn’t want you as much as i do. or maybe i just feel that i shouldn’t. it hurts to think, to know, that i can’t have you. or can i? just once. once would be all that would set the flame to rest, wouldn’t it? i’m beginning to question everything because i don’t know what is what anymore. my mind won’t rest and my heart sits on edge, peering at you and silently calling out for you. reel me in and hold me tight in your arms. let me hide away in your shoulders and inhale your scent. let your hands roam with neither of us feeling guilty. let us dive into each other and steal the night without a word. let me have you to soothe this beast. the one that craves you so deeply because i’m at a standstill with the way that you make me feel. a standstill… please, tell me what to do. guide me like you always do so well. please, tell me… have i fallen for my best friend?