#laurenlaurel

Lustfully wandering my thoughts surrounding this past year. I've been happy. I've been sad. I've been addicted. I've been yours. Wondering now, how? I'm so impatient and girlish, young; but yet you don't hold me at arm's length. You do anything but and love me. You love with a love like only ours. And I you, my dear. I'm so special in your eyes. I'm thoughtful, not deceitful. And I love that you view me like that, even at times when I don't deserve it. I love you, Joe. You are my rock, my support system, and my heart. 

This shit is getting to be ridiculous. What the hell would our Forefathers think  about the government not following any laws at all? It was the SECOND amendment for a reason.  

It is easy to forget who I am when you’re around. It is easy to forget what I am pretending to be to the world. When the soft lips turn into passionate tongues. When gossamer touches turn into desperate grasps, gripping onto each other for love. Heartbeats fluttering under our skin, muscles, and bones. Muddled thoughts and feelings mushed so close together we cry out in moans. To be lost inside another’s soul, to be ungaurded for them to know you, for them to feel you. To be unguarded for them to know who you are. That’s what it is like for me around you. That’s what I can’t feel with anyone else.

He has grounded me. I have been up in the air, floating from cloud to cloud waiting to fall for real. For good. And, Lord, he's done it. Most people say love is like coming up for air, like you're up there, in bliss. It's not like that though. They say you "fall," for a reason. There's really nothing like when you realize you're grounded. When you realize he's the one. When you realize that you'll cry and worry every day that you're not with him. This is the happiness. This is the point of no return. I've lost my wings of "freedom" but I don't even want them back. After all, what's the use of having them if you're never going to fly away.

I'm incredibly selfish. I'll admit to that. So, it's easy to say for me it's a fact, that I don't want to lose you. Or anyone else. I love you most of all. I've fallen in love with you, so deep it's untrue. I've promised my body, my mind, and my soul. And the day that we met, I don't want to rue. So kiss me, and hold me, and love me, and cherish me. Promise you. Your body. Your mind. And your soul. I want to keep you mine forever. I want our love to bloom, but not like a flower. Because it would die, a tragic slow death. This here, it's real, I don't want it to wither down. To nothing. To nada. I love you, my love. Heart, mind, body, and soul. That's never going to change, so believe me. Please believe me, Joe. 

This tale between you and I, it's a lovely, winding road. It takes us through twists and turns we've never foretold. So let us wander aimlessly as it all unfolds. Beyond the battles, beyond the fights, beyond the kisses ending the nights; you and I, we've made something here. We've made our bed, together. So let's shed, all of our clothes. All of our beings. Stay together and bring our bearings. The world is on our shoulders, but we don't give a damn. You and I. Me and you. That's how we stand. 

I feel beats. I feel smiles. I feel happiness because you're alive. And you're mine. I feel passion. I feel pain. You mess up my make up, but it's to gain. To gain a life. To gain some beats. To gain the blood, that blush my cheeks. 

I see your eyes staring at me. Watching and fascinated. My smile lets you know I noticed you. You speak with your soft, lingering voice. I love you. I want everything for you. I want nothing but the best for you. You make my night, my day; and so far, you've made my life. Since you've been with me, I've been happier. I'm more open and easy-going. People notice the change in me. You're good for me, just like I'm good for you. I miss you when you're not around. Me, rattling about in my body. Waiting for you to return to me. Waiting for those beautiful eyes of yours to watch me.