Close to 7am and i'm wide awake. My mind floods with thoughts of you.

It's hard waiting for my mind ad body and soul to stop missing you, stop wanting you.

Laying here I daydream about you touching me goosebumps spread across my body. You kiss my neck and pull me closer. I try to resist  and then i feel your tongue on my ear. I shiver.I can feel that ( Read more... )

I remember a long time ago someone said writing is the best way to express yourself. The fear of seeing my thoughts on paper always stopped me. What do I say? Where does my story begin? At what point did I feel things slipping away? Why is it years later I consider this advice? Why am I doing this...

Everyone has a story how do I tell mine?