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[danaeris]

I didn't know that you were here. And, maybe you aren't, because to tell the truth, I'm still alone.

Its not you, though; its me. How many times have you heard that? How many times have I heard that.

Even if I knew you, even with you next to me, I would be lonely. I'd want to crawl into your skin, even with your cum dripping out of the corners of my mouth and my cunt aching from being filled with you.

But I can't. I shouldn't. I don't even want to. Not when I know what it means. Still I stare into your eyes as though that would help me put my mind inside yours, and yours inside mine.

I have become before, but I haven't, not really. It's all an illusion, a delusion, moreso than life usually is. And even with you holding my hands, eyes locked with mine, sweaty legs twined as you gently tell me how very much you love me...

Even then I'd be alone.

When I stop reaching for you, when I stop wanting, craving, needing it like an empty womb needs a baby... that's when it will finally be over.

Comments

[koga.livejournal.com]

You have a strangely erotic discriptive writing style.

AG

[neeuqdrazil.livejournal.com]

Lovely, and so evocative.

Painfully so, in fact...

[sassy-fae.livejournal.com]

*snuggles*

[kshandra]

When I stop reaching for you, when I stop wanting, craving, needing it like an empty womb needs a baby... that's when it will finally be over.

Yes.

[tshuma]

This is painful to read, painful to remember feeling that way, painful in that it evokes an echo that I thought buried forever. Well done.

[kingdomjames.livejournal.com]

wow... just wow. sorry, i'm usually much more intelligently verbal than this.