daddy's little flower🌻

“I wonder if there’s ever been a man out there, who saw me and just watched me. Who thought I was so very desirable. What if he saw me bring a glass of water up to my mouth to drink? What if he immediately thought, “I want her beautiful lips parting around my cock.” I wonder.”

“How do I tell him? How do I tell him that falling in love with him has made me the most fragile I’ve ever been? Should I say his past haunts me and that he can break me with just a word? How do I tell him that the past girls he’s fallen in love with look nothing like me and its terrifying? How do I tell him that I’m insecure? That it takes everything within me to let things go, and that I’m trying to not scare him away? How can I stop comparing myself to the way he treated the others? Do I admit that I need the validation? Do I admit that his list of female friends intimidates me and that I need reminders hes happy with his choice? That He didn’t settle? How can I protect my heart ? How do I ensure that This. Is. Real. That being fragile is okay, for it means I trust his rough hands enough not to break me. That his past has shaped his heart into the only one I want to listen to beat in bed. That though ive seen the power behind his words, with me theyve only whispered sweet poems. And perhaps he hasnt experienced morning curls such as mine I know he’ll find a way to love their shape. That it’s good that I’m different, cause though I may not have long blonde hair like the girl of his dreams, or a perfect body like the girl that broke his heart. And though I may not be as sexy as the girls he follows on social media he’s found something in me that made him stay. That he can’t possibly know that I’m insecure and broken if I don’t speak up and there’s no shame in wanting to be shown off. That I must find comfort in knowing that he’s trying. And above all It’s completely okay to want to protect my heart but it’s not okay to build walls. This is REAL love That real love IS vulnerability, it’s knowing that love is a choice. He chose me and has continued to choose me. What makes this love real is that I have no safety nets that a risk does exist. So. How do I tell him? How do I tell him that I’ve always liked the nights sky but fell in love with it when we first kissed. That just as it’s impossible to know the birth place of the stars how unlikely it is we were brought together by chance? How do I tell him that I thank those stars every night they were there at that party. That I’m grateful he was so persistent. How do I tell him I’ve never been this uncertain yet so sure of something in my life. That I love him. How do I show him I love him?”

I need to get laid

“We get attached to temporary things, then wonder why our happiness never lasts”

“I wonder if there’s ever been a man out there, who saw me and just watched me. Who thought I was so very desirable. What if he saw me bring a glass of water up to my mouth to drink? What if he immediately thought, “I want her beautiful lips parting around my cock.” I wonder.”

“You devoured her mercilessly. She can’t even stand up. Was her body delicious?”