Self Made

I can feel you every time the wind runs her fingers through the trees, every time my finger runs along the spine of a book. I didn’t mean to make you stay, but your tenderness is melting the distance between us. if i ever become an island, i hope you're the sea. If I ever become a storm, I hope you’re the rain that dries my fingerprints from yesterday. I can’t promise the words will always be pretty, but they will always be true. Some days I just want to pull you closer, and hold you tighter. darling, I need more of you.

doing sexual things you know are wrong and naughty is so fucking hot. I just can’t help it, fucking a friend you know you shouldn’t, having sex in places that aren’t allowed.. fuck ♡

I’m losing the energy to try with you..