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Entering my dreams she beckons me Once again traveling those marble halls Lost in a labyrinth of twisting corridors Lined with vivid images, my hopes, my fears   She is my guide, my love, my demon Her eyes, dark and beautiful seduce me Filling me with untold desire and lust An artful tongue slowly moistens lips   Oh those crimson lips, full and sultry   They make me ache for just one kiss Her pale skin glistens in the candlelight Alabaster and perfect, begging to be touched Her long hair flows over her shoulders A sable river of silken luxury fine and thick Like a second skin her gown rev

Love hurts. I don't mean the stupid "you broke my heart" kind of love that heals after you realize that loser wasn't worth your tears in the first place. I mean real love. Honest, pure love. is so. painful. I don't think everyone gets there honestly. To give everything to someone. I don't mean physically. I don't mean romantically. Because in it's purest form, love can be felt with those who you give your entire being to. Your pointless stories, running errands together, your insecurities, sitting in silence for hours in the same room, your time and effort, your most shameful moments, allowing yourself to become vulnerable,

I told myself if I loved him that I would do the right thing and let him go. That I would point another girl in his direction and he can try to pursuit his happiness with her. That I would remove myself from his life and let him be happy for once. That I would give him a future that he can grow with and be happy with. He gave me everything there was to offer, bent over backwards to make me the happiest girl on Earth. He pushed his needs and desires aside to fulfill my own when mine were meager and of little of importance to myself. He was the prefect someone. And I knew that there was no way within Heaven and Hell I deserved such a blessin

damn, it's addicting. it's when your touch brings the voices of the angels up in heaven to me, just to sing a song of joy. it's when my heart starts beating double-time when you're less than 10 metres away from me. it's when i tell myself i know every inch of your body - because i do -, from the curve of your hipbone to the sharp edge of your nose to the oh-so-lovely dimple in your cheek. it's so addicting that it starts to burn, flames licking my insides like it was blood to the heart. it's when i can't be in the kitchen because it's where you fed me ice cream with marshmallows that were a little too hard for my liking. it's when i can't