drabble - of your eyes, begonia skies
Title: Of Your Eyes, Begonia Skies*
Author: ifonlyyouwere
Word Count: 293
A/N: It can be about whoever, but you know who I had in mind when I wrote it.
*Title taken from Sleepyhead by Passion Pit.
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You don’t touch me like you used too.
It used to be rough, mishandled, and always full of lust, greed.
Shoving me against a locker, Pinning me to the bed, Digging your slender fingers into the skin around my waist.
Your lips would take mine in, suck all of the air out of my lungs, make me want to take a step back and breathe, because the urgency began to get all a bit too much.
Your hands would roughly graze my face, tug at my hair when we fucked and your thigh would always hit the right spot, but roughly, messily mixed with messy kisses and touches.
I like the way you touch me a lot better now.
You stroke at my face, lay me down onto the soft mattress and slowly graze your fingers over the contours of my body.
You whisper sweet words against my skin, against my lips, tingling at my ear. You make me want to kiss you forever, because your kisses aren’t too rough or too soft, they are just right.
When we make love, you make me feel like the most beautiful women on the planet, through your eyes, and you say it, over and over, that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else at that moment. Just like you want to be with me whenever you need to be with someone who really cares, who will always be there, no matter what.
You don’t even have to say it, those three words, because I know, that you do, and I know that you can see in my eyes that I feel exactly the same. I’m glad you came out of your shell, I’m glad you aren’t scared anymore; I’m glad that we can just be.
Author: ifonlyyouwere
Word Count: 293
A/N: It can be about whoever, but you know who I had in mind when I wrote it.
*Title taken from Sleepyhead by Passion Pit.
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You don’t touch me like you used too.
It used to be rough, mishandled, and always full of lust, greed.
Shoving me against a locker, Pinning me to the bed, Digging your slender fingers into the skin around my waist.
Your lips would take mine in, suck all of the air out of my lungs, make me want to take a step back and breathe, because the urgency began to get all a bit too much.
Your hands would roughly graze my face, tug at my hair when we fucked and your thigh would always hit the right spot, but roughly, messily mixed with messy kisses and touches.
I like the way you touch me a lot better now.
You stroke at my face, lay me down onto the soft mattress and slowly graze your fingers over the contours of my body.
You whisper sweet words against my skin, against my lips, tingling at my ear. You make me want to kiss you forever, because your kisses aren’t too rough or too soft, they are just right.
When we make love, you make me feel like the most beautiful women on the planet, through your eyes, and you say it, over and over, that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else at that moment. Just like you want to be with me whenever you need to be with someone who really cares, who will always be there, no matter what.
You don’t even have to say it, those three words, because I know, that you do, and I know that you can see in my eyes that I feel exactly the same. I’m glad you came out of your shell, I’m glad you aren’t scared anymore; I’m glad that we can just be.